Curves velvety smooth my fingers ache to slowly trace. My tongue obsessed with sweetness. That vanilla mocha. Just to make my soul creme and ache. I want a taste. I need it. When you are stuck in my mind and hours pass. Feenin like jodeci. Adoring like price. Getting that goddess treatment. Every line I wrote you promiscuously squirm and toss and turn when a slow fever becomes a ache. My fiery passion of canvas of a heavenly design. Cake like angel food. Yes she's that soul food to my heart and mind. Thickness like molasses. Lakes like Honey smooth. Emerald green like a kiss. Her voice like a smoky smooth whisper. Am I just in love with such white noise. That porcelain soft. Butterflies exist only to burn like fireflies inside. Thighs that my hands ache to mold. My soul bare on pages. Emotions lose the sense of the phrase lost control. My hands like poetically crave to ambush. Become the only sweet definition of your narrative. To know I fall to knees for such heaven at midnight. That slow sizzle leaves. Yet my heart adores you eternally. Just to taste the Fall that heaven a legend. To fall in sake Love beauty and fragileness. To know I'm paralyzed and yet haunted by you the same.