Black Poetry : sending me

thepoetsean

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someplace dreams are made of
Occupation
student, advocate to change the world
my eyes are closed--
and thoughts of the purest silk--
that lie untouched--
in between you ring true to my senses--

you are sending me--

to the orgasmic epicenter of myself--
yet...
needing you nonetheless--
wet...
tight...
gripping me--
e a s i l y
s t e a d i l y
i don't want to miss--
any nook or cranny of you that I might--
overlook--

you are sending me--

obliviously--
in to majestic feilds of black butterflies--
resting upon a chocolate frame--
effortlessly--
an extension of myself--
can only begin to do justice to
what you taste to me...

you are sending me--

relentlessly--
grasping for you--
with primal tenacity--
the smell of you--
is

sending me

into
a deeper self--
a self that needs to--
feel u
now.


(is you with me?)

sean.
 
SEAN....

now see... there you go again!!

HELL YEAH!... you KNOW i'm wit cha!
& i'm hanging on... with every poetic breath i possess.

this was... this was... indescribable... all i do know for
certain is... that i still have a smile on my face!!

dontstoptilyagetenough... :wink:

AlwaysLove...
SUNshyne~
 

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