Her feminine stance is her gender’s trademark -

A gorgeous spine that aligns her frame when engaged in walk.

We walk, we think thoughts, we talk,

But even the contemplation of conversation takes concentration

Because it’s hard to disguise my desire

When enticed by a set of thighs that brings exercise to my suggestive mind.

An eclectic vibe is what I acquire from her electric insides -

Inside her, I tour her liquid corridor

And I recite faint scriptures and paint pictures on her walls

A display of masterpieces all themed from a master’s thesis

My masculine features bask in her peach bliss,

Her flavor is so similar, that I savor the lasting of each kiss.

So familiar of a past sweetness,

Almost like I’ve experienced this before.

Her love is the alibi for all my laughter’s highs & saddened cries…

Even my high cries & saddened laughs,

Her panties preserve the product of some potent pussy packaged like parenthesis around paragraphs

And I tremble from the effects of its aftermaths,

Especially after baths

Because it’s so tight.

Love - in its most explicit state,

When I enter her, its like a lifted fate that liberates my mental gate,

“Listen, wait…”,

Is what I indicate

To myself, as she vocally orchestrates a beautiful melody tellin’ me she’s met her peak.

And after I’ve fed her needs…

I allow her body to employ the joy of a pleasant sleep.