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Auras glow
Rivers flow
Weed smoke

Whispering poetry into her entrance

Losing track of time
blurring solid lines
Concerned about my intentions

Her body is an anomaly our vibe's outer worldly

between her warm flesh
I rest
nothing else concerns me

Drowing
inside a different yoniverse,
every moment feels like fireworks

Thinking of her in my lonesome
Overdosing on boredom
Nights last longer when she's gone

Feeling me with

Dopamine
her sounds are my siren song

I let her go,
Rocking her slowly

her body jumps profoundly

I'll always want her around me
to nurse me to health
Making me sleep soundly

-  "Moody"

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 18, 2019 ⏰

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