re+lo, al+ve= realove
for i equate love to math
thinking of you and how we balance love's equations
and draw graphs on the earth in the garden
of
serenity...
simplifying divinity
we find our identities as our bodies intersect to create
a perfect symmetry
geo-wet-ric lines of infinity i draw on your honeybrown
diagram wet massaging your neck and waist near the soft vicinity
dim red light and soft music coordinate with our mental and physical congruences
lip parallelisms lead us to foreplay as we lay..
my tongue enters in your wet 'conic' section
as you show tongue affection to my ninety degree erection..
show me
for i show you a new direction
for tonight i want to be your greatest common factor
measure the degrees of my love with your heart's protractor
as rational numbers of nights are in the brackets of our future thereby ridding the (ex) variables of our past expressions
finding greater values in one another for i never could find a settled area and base in a 180 degree love triangle
however
i find in our circle of 360 degrees of love a resting radius
that remains
i feel the remains of 4ever as your breasts are pressed
against my chest
with you on top your thighs are being caressed out of the heat of pleasure
i go deeper, deeper, deeper into your pink treasure dimensions as we reach the extremums of climax not even math could measure..
a love chemistry
for i equate love to math
thinking of you and how we balance love's equations
and draw graphs on the earth in the garden
of
serenity...
simplifying divinity
we find our identities as our bodies intersect to create
a perfect symmetry
geo-wet-ric lines of infinity i draw on your honeybrown
diagram wet massaging your neck and waist near the soft vicinity
dim red light and soft music coordinate with our mental and physical congruences
lip parallelisms lead us to foreplay as we lay..
my tongue enters in your wet 'conic' section
as you show tongue affection to my ninety degree erection..
show me
for i show you a new direction
for tonight i want to be your greatest common factor
measure the degrees of my love with your heart's protractor
as rational numbers of nights are in the brackets of our future thereby ridding the (ex) variables of our past expressions
finding greater values in one another for i never could find a settled area and base in a 180 degree love triangle
however
i find in our circle of 360 degrees of love a resting radius
that remains
i feel the remains of 4ever as your breasts are pressed
against my chest
with you on top your thighs are being caressed out of the heat of pleasure
i go deeper, deeper, deeper into your pink treasure dimensions as we reach the extremums of climax not even math could measure..
a love chemistry