And her husband was outta town, infant was resting in satirical cradle of peace while i slowly entered the room & helped Kelly sleep well in her own very bed that night.
"Her hair'd fall upon my face
my face wandered through her glossy knots
the warmth of her mouth'd blow me away
& into the canal of lust i had her bobbed."
I can’t forget the incense of her hair, softness of writhing lips; the taste of her breath, & certainly the intoxication of her unveiled night, will i never forget how molten, raged & electrified it’s certainly been... to me, to my insatiable nights.
She had me utter numbed; sunk into love; wrapped me so tight in her & completely lost into the moment of infatuation...
“moment of infatuation?”
“yes, just the matter of fact...
(pause)
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"... had seen her walking down the street,
back in long days,
since was i sitting by the window
& writing the novels on Prague ladies.
Porn got nothin' on "Real" women
so yeah, i got released & followed the imprints of that reserved lady
whose named was &, of course, the bombshell she is "Kelly"...
... & a month later from that eve,
yeah, i encountered her in her own bedroom
since her husband wasn't around in city
& lil toddler was taking deep breathe. (Sleeping)."
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And guess what?
... she had me lost &
sunk into the ocean of loves,
i’d completely loose up myself that night
& my feet freely loosen up with hers."
When i still do remind the night replaying the C-D of her personage love across my stereotype-head, what all do i see, watch & sadistically conceive outta the rest of the very vivacious scenario of her panoramic love-bites is simply the casual affair of her... with me "Adam-Adams", who seldom understood or will hardly ever volume the depths of her deepen heart...
“i would dance with her
having the pleasure of her body & to had her satisfied,
perhaps, she often rolled up & down along with me...
but in a hope to meet true love, B- Romance, thee mesmerized.”
She often seemed to be drained in a hope...
“in a hope of what?”
... in a hope that someday, someone'll might come & take her to his own world for life rather just keep ramming, slamming & banging her real hard, so very hard, overnight, only for a night, perhaps, what all would she gotten was & has been beyond the figments of her tormented fantasies so far, but in an other way... cause...
“... many would enter her life;
A thousands of walked off her drastic night;
every man wasn’t nor has been never will ever be the same
some treat her wrong, so some hardly caressed her right.
Whatever her love or what kinda “THING” was she ‘bout
nobody could understood but me - the bearer of love - figured out
that she was nothing nor noone to anyone but another “soul”
dripped in the pond of love baited by love-traitors who had ladies unbound."
“And then what?”
“Nothing.”
As usual, like always, just another day, another dawn,
another man hailed from another town.
Anew hush, ‘nother love, & the lust
in what she’d oft. burst,
The hunger of night would be long-last
but the desperation toward love over lust will never be unmasked.
