I gaze at the sun set as my son rises and the sun shines between the ebony coasts of her thighs. On a 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 once 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.