Emerald green. Is the color that turns me into a beast nowadays. Her ripped shirt. Her slow aching fever. Her soft tantalizing whisper. That had me feenin for days. I'm a stoned mule running wild and that thickness got me hungry for days. She's beauty. Lonely and running off heat. Hard like stone. Her fingers like a tattoo as my body trace. Slow. Aching. I'm ready to buck. Pounding Cake endlessly. Starting a rodeo just by a kiss and a touch. To know love is fever. Every time my name she whispers and there's only a blush. Red is sweet. Ridden out of my misery. Like mercy has only one name. Falling to the remembrance of curves my hands sway slow that my fingers ache to know to trace again and again. Love has been this sweet again. To belong to this heaven without end.