From the mind of Tracy Styles
Ms. Luscious I’ve never seen anything more wondrous than
your eyes. The truth like words spoke from Jesus’s lips, your
heavenly body, clothed in earthly bliss. Down the aisle we
should walk on a golden carpet, your never ending harvest,
gliding to the notes of harpist. I day dream of your edible
under garments… it’s garnish… its tantric…
Ms. Luscious I’m entranced with your presence, breathing in
deep I inhale heaven Emmmm… impeccable, flawless, the
rawest, your essence will never varnish free from blemish. The
queen I’ll protect your fortress you’re a tropical rainforest,
inside your vastness let me be a tourist, visit your aura I want
to live in your orbit, die then resurrect as our son or daughters
son or daughter, let’s make love near rivers that are the purest.
Ms. Luscious you don’t understand me its deeper than sex I
pledge to your pulse they just pledge to your panties. Let’s
start a family create a torch bearer with our features tailored,
we can be the perfect tailors. To leave you would be my
greatest mistake and grandest error that would haunt me for
years missing all that lusciousness Like you bathed in a trillion
angel’s tears
Written by Tracy L. Styles
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