As I look at your body in the light of the night, and everything’s right, and everything’s tight, and firm and round…I’m getting too excited so let me slow down…Ĭonfession number SIX is a thought I have of giving you things, not materialistic objects like golden rings, but if you wanna fly, I’ll provide you with wings. I wanna lay next to you on bed, curled, up, as we lay in the light of the moon, music playing…soft jazz tunes. And I envision your body tasting like wine so I’ll take my time, and get drunk off the volume that I’d consume, highly intoxicated by the love that you provide…confession number FIVE, is thoughts of you and I in a world where our love’s unfurled. I wanna kiss you all over from your head to your feet. Its bubble bath by candlelight, make love to you all night, on a bed, covered by the petals of a rose so sweet. Carry you across the threshold, through the door, to confession number FOUR. Confession number THREE you see, is how I wanna be, together forever, live happily ever, after, through time, you and me combined, in body and soul and mind. Here’s confession number Two, thinking you, and me, and where I wanna be, and how in a few years from now we can start a family. That’s confession number ONE and I’m far from done. But first, let m ego back and change sex to love, because when I think of you, that’s all I’m thinking of. I’m dying to get next to you, have sex with you, I’ve got a lot of feelings I must confess to you. ![]() Captivated by your voice every time you speak. You’re my mid-summer-night’s dream, and I’m dying to get you in between my sheets. Hair in a ponytail, eyes bright like the moon. So now I’m standing here ready to trade in all the sexual acts that we perform, for the chance to reform that very foundation & basis of our relationship & I reiterate my opening statement & I offer you another penny for your thoughts.I find you irresistible, insatiable, visions of your body on my mind, inerasable, irreplaceable. Because as you sleep they remain open slightly, and while we probably move too quickly into some sexual stuff I’ve always cared more about the explicitly illicit-ness, that came from between your lips meaning your voice. And as you laid by my side I pushed my blinds aside & took the time in the moonlight of that night, to count 72 eyelashes on the upper eyelid of your right eye. Did I ever tell you about how you fell asleep in my presence? And your mere essence kept me up for hours, as I coward with this feel of a sexually unadulterated mental connection. I’m penetrating every entrance to your mind, taking my time to find out everything about you. And I’ll swim within em from back strokes to breast strokes. I want to feel the heartbeat of all your inner rhythms as they lead me towards your warm wet waterfalls of feminine thoughts. And how you don’t know if you can keep a relationship long enough to be somebody’s wife. I’d rather be naked & exposed holding you as were lying & you’re crying while figuring & describing the tough times you had in life. I want to pick every inch of every crevice so I can get an oral fix from each orifice & taste your passionate imagination. I want to engage you by putting a 2 carat solitaire diamond on your mind & marrying your every thought. ![]() While they’re trying to get deeply embedded in the fine fibers of your bed sheets, I’m trying to find & define the fibers with which your mind speaks. So these are not your typical sexual poetic prose, I’m trying to close the door of an all too familiar freaky foreplay game, with which most people have chosen to approach you. Getting intimately closer as we approach the climatic altitude of nice mental sensation conversation, cos I’m trying to get to know everything about you from the neck UP. 1 penny for you, 1 penny for me & 1 penny for our minds engaged, not so sexually. Can I offer you a penny for your thoughts? As a matter of fact how about three.
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