I gaze at the sun set as my son rises and the sun shines between the ebony coasts of her thighs. On the desert isle of sheer passion my ship wrecks on the ebony coasts between her thigh. so beautiful are these coasts between her thighs that I sigh so wantonly at the sight of her desert isle shipwreck is preferred as she vocally beacons, i heard my heartbeat rose into my throat as i gazed upon her ebony coasts so i traveled. following a solitary voice that calls me to oneness to indulge my self in sea shores her ebony coasts of sunshine where she shines upon a wearied sailor who seeks to rest upon her ebony coasts of ecstasy. her isle called me to her coasts sweet ebony coasts i visited until my wearied state of wantonness had be fully depleted of all it’s vigor and i rested upon her ebony coasts...