Exotic... Divine... Emotion...
Emotions that held from the world. Feelings that are bound, and weld shut away from all anxiety. Passionate thoughts of overcoming her thresh holding paradise of affection, while elevating our minds both mentally and physically to a new level of understanding…
Vivid visions of anticipation. Not knowing what to do in her presence. She speaks with the adolescence of a child who wishes to walk but yet can crawl.
And to feel her soft luxurious silky cream skin touch mine is a dream within it self, for this girl that I speak of is a gift of GOD planted on this Earth to bring forth good fruit, and not for the leisure of mine…
So as life goes on, so will she, along with the admirations for life it self, to blow in the wind, like beautiful white roses in the Sahara East.
I really like that poem that u wrote, it is very exotic, and interesting. What other things do u write about because that was beautiful. You should be a poet.