by Morganne Ray and Ryan Sherman
R
For absolutely No particular reason, or
special occasion
I would like worldly rituals out of the
equation.
Therefore your third eyes can witness the
surroundings it's bathed in.
Quiet your mind
To allow our physical molds to intertwine
Heed my nasty an inch at a time.
The key to your souls awakening
Enabling
Me to inject My experimental tailoring.
In the spirit of john legend let's get lifted.
To the Truly gifted,
You and I undercover misfits.
If it's
A matter of serenity
I posses the tools to insert a divine Trinity,
Amongst our own entity
you Feel things you've never felt
During our embrace you tend to melt
But on this night, our intimate riches
transition to wealth.
As I proceed my mission to broaden your
horizon to top shelf.
High enough to grab heavens gate
Deep enough to feel your spirit shake
Your loud enough to cause an ear ache
But this atmosphere rate
Is to great
For me to care
To be fare
I proudly put us there
With No regrets.....
M
Bodies fused together, bonded like leather
Straps, chains, whips, and feathers
Pick your poison
Feel impending fuck-gasms with inner
vision.
Over worked muscles clenching
Release and hold
This fusion of our souls never gets old
Excitement keeps our existence stretching
Anticipated climax, the impetus to every
contortion
Rolling, writhing, slightly smiling
Eyes can't find focus, mind sailing in
retrograde
Fuck me harder and cum to my aid.
Talking in tongues, speaking in cursive
We're rambling crazy and spewing curses.
Positions switch
Insides twitch
Being ravaged by your immense
savageness
The flood gates burst open
Your gift goes beyond what I was hopin
How long can we withstand it?
Your ferocious backstroke defined it.
Our qantum physics
Deeply prolific
Echoes trail
Erotically linguistic
Our copious essences
Create
Rivers of our souls
United.