Nakedness became Sodom & Gommorah.

Mom Bust!

An attest to Illicit sex

I worped patterns of craftworks made of negatives to bring to life a subject of objective a treatful seclusion of no consequence and double affliction. I made a tapestry of colors blurred to city lights and drew outside the lines of... to head rush my brain into your submission and to overpower the lights of traffic ad find my way to you. I cancel quiet dispose of common sense and fault the conscious to realize the absolute dominance I have of you under me. I have no street address to the paths reporting makes to you I do take conservation and custodian of your will to my pleasure. I have the unanimity to bring you to the aches of my flesh and paralyse your sense of skin and flesh to the ebliomics of my dictate. Its adrenaline to feel you without your consent to attire you without your principals. I weave a muscle and make a brushel fire you with purpose to my desire.

As unavoidable as the weather they have become.

I've done all I can do!
Father glorify your name!

It wilii/is because of a women.

What Kind Is he? Virgin Fresh!

The only boy who could ever reach me was a son of a preacher man.

Its a travesty.

The Crucifix : A Rear Guard unto the world.

Haughting and eerie but sublime at the same time has tones of overborn and historic resonance. Its shadows and looms with relevant undertones. A permanent ghost with soulful fixture. Its relic with a sense of indelible purpose. A time a era of root honed settings the commence of new histories. Its so archive a before and after. Its remainful with an allure of subtle evidence. Its courts the delegates civilians of earthits part of humanity. Its stoic and remotedly unpohasable. Its heritage.

The right hand not knowing what the left is doing. Its Principal.

Creatures of Mid-air.

Religionists and Fearless.

Sex & Usuality is a modern feeling.

The Harems of His Love constitues of His Beautiful lie

Beyonce and Shakira
Beautiful Liar.

My Divine Sultan.

As the night bellows its the grave alive.

This is what I di for Him.

I recite a poem for the one love
Songs that never end and melodies that ae unhung
I remember and rlish he joy of his appetite
And whisper to the musements of his delight
I cmp t te site of gis wke
And leave no moss a thr rst of his had
I uiet the rst ith  melodic Rhapsody of ll things Bohemia
And mke his prose a thing of secret knowings
I leave temper of recession to his burden and mke quiet the tillness of pass waves
I often mke his tried and tested routes a thing of question
Dabble him ith antiquetd secrets of hidden longing
I make clear to him the prive ad discouse of lounge and secret beddings
I send a clear invite for his temperance in distill
Avail all my quarriculums to the edge of his remissions
I long for no end sightings of his intents and make no room for misconcepts
I ring at all entrances and mke room at all areas to become to his lley longings a lisure of alevolent contnt
I go on making indication ad summons to the hert of his by routes
Never eding temple rushes of is provocations
I re-align te sams with my offeerings in te routes of hs understandings
I propse selicacy and onderful arrangements t his harp and happenings
Bringing to quality te things of his epetoire
I often find a0 sideview giving a glimpse of all y flesh to peasde te traquility of desires
Bearing hips were there are not born
Buttocks were tater rno seats
Making tats where taer are no ccomodates
I reliquish the Thames and ake Euphrates pass his mindfulness
I g on remembering his facials at h things he continues to nevet let o o pss srangers to arrive at dor n is mrks of signage t mke it t his place of rsidentyial bliss
I d ll without never forgetting tat t  place were w both r hre will be no nd of his liancve mking hngs refruition
I never let t g bypass all renders of true villanious vanity
I uess bring tat compendium of vain glory
Reliving the lrms of future ays never ltten g Never. hver ithought of fantasy but antasy swhat  think of him
Never hve iimagines a tale or trail of hrllow in Jan Mry alaway eather frcadting te lrms of his mind buit iguerss tt tee te one iplant
I survey te pthed lading nd Muscavite the tmperance wythout guard
Alienayte te companions of hs ad m thinking t ring whaty eires lurk nmidst
I er watch er or him but its te lce where lives by which ipre-occupy
Leaving left over pnances to the disgise of ral life time ibues
Never rlegate te source to the attainment of holds or never mange wthetLong  place lrks its our desires mi el rts or rickery re-imburse  thing of ointment rligions nd mje temple passing a witchea nir or memoir
Llong before it starts its ateady inished

Relagated to te past nd future

Nude.

The door its hinged out
Light against the offset of night
Wear in a hung clothe line
Seating uncovered and windows looking out
Air hitting against the bodies against h chamber
Flooded  permissivity and disclosure


I walk in submissive to the NightCall.
To tell you how I feel.

A Motel Feeling.

A Black Patrol.

Astronomy is very real.

I hate this place.

Illusion over Reality.

Bio-Chemical connections resulting in Astronomical sex.

Its unspoken.

Its lust.

Changeling.

Choral universe.

He described the Beast.

We just had sex in extensia/ Elements.

Impossible conversations Elemental dialogue in sex dscource open spaces unhinderd feeling and obvert exposure willed and willing.


Schiaperelli and Miuccia Prada: Impossible Conversations

What a Jennifer Tilley night.

Boys will be boys.

Snuck to have a sniff.

Underworn night calls.

I occupy a space called somthing else.

Groundings have re-footed
A posteur re-taken
I limb jolt to surface warlock

That wasn't me.

I've tying to correct spell all get is numerics
I live in fonder state but all get is disgrace
I could never manage to feel accurately
Ipass stop at go and have my innards repossessed
All gifting is in question and all gain found to loss
I can't formulae the right at the perception and my giving hempered
Its stock taking I'm losing inventory

Trace ran past my languid repose
I calculate the remiss of trying
I could have sat  the end but no one was there
I left religion to find a cause
Came at the end of myself when heard the door bell ring
I contemplated a light shining all I could think all could master of was your snal
All found out was a king shot plane that you couldn't fly
I asked your name and youi give it willingly
I never querried your heart just yourt head
Youi answer me before i started asking questions
I never managed to lift the handle to the door you live cause you never knew its address
I found  out you were a stranger and you found out you couldn't love me
We crossed paths by my intentions and gave you my wish wand but never mde a wish
You knew compass routes but chose to head where you live
I found guilt all over me when could not find your will
I never made such a careless attempt than trying to catch you in flight
I knew the order but I didn't know the simtulitude of or  genre
I nevrr could get you to call otice al knew was all fell into
There was  compass and followed your route buit l it meant was you never culd hangle the reaadings of te point breaks
I felt you ut lthere was was yur sense
I never knew tat what you re nd what you knowq dviated
And al in rch compass when elin' attempts leave you high strung its all ordered to be less
I fall and follow but you lead and left
I knew Chrish or cerish as not n order bt all that left was a remiss of what aas nt lsted
You esitate to let me know the questions in yur hed but et you know te aim in m drection ad al  knew ws that all could get was your intrest unwavered
I found out a new art ad tats leaving routes to find aman in a new lead

Bijoux Conversations with Christened kissess.

He stopped it.

Dance.

Your eye that's my world.

XXX LiveShow.

Body Language.

Abominable

Rare

"Its very rare for that to happen for a house, very rare"

-John Galliano.

To give you a new sun.

Joshua Tree.

Burlesque and The Surburban Gardens.

Prime.

Moments of Intimacy.

Energy

Its your hand in mine.
Its that shared momentum
Knowing each other in a degree
Being unavoidable to one another as wather
Saying where you are presenced
We are presenced

Its your hand on mine.

The strenght you managed to muscle.

Its the way it is doesn't mean I believe it.

Rapture.

That I could not touch.

I am my hair.

Hair white as snow.      

Naïve.

#Being obvious #Shunned.

Girls.

Old One.

Sex.

BaBa.

Drew Barrymore.

We take it to the streets.

He consumed the sacrifice.

Tell me the truth.

He's got a big ego. Such a huge ego. I love his big ego.

He's gotta a huige EGO. I love his big EGO.

He is endowed, Good God.

The Art of release.

Sexless?

Friends

The save of Qountouck.

I will love him forever
The shield at my right hand
The last defense incured was on my knees
The second was on my feet
The next shall be in my bed

He talked in speed of pace to arrive my place
I never saw him like that again

Its love covering a multitude of sins
Buried my shame
To save from disgrace

Its the little things that mean most
And most to me he was.

I gamble to wake up in Vegas.

There is no guilt in pleasure.

Do you find it hard?

How so he asked
I imagined you'd be saying something else
I would never hear that here
Its outside where such manner accords
You have left your How so?
Chagrine hidden by modesty
I have managed to turn a centre meeting into a brothel discourse
My tongue slaying attempts of make believe
I make night winds in assumes of Day
Never knowing the passing of Day eds t the night
I fiend you in attempt to attain you
I knew such misconcept would remain in the glare of stare
Inever compromise us or you
The teaching of no guilt in pleasure has me asunder.

His beard compared to mine.

I ran my hands through you
Unhesitatingly caressing the hairs on your face
I assumed a status of disenchantment
Reviving your manhood comparison to mine
Looked at your fingers saw the band

Touched your African tradition
Moving my hands to the centre of your temple
I never touched i did do though was The Laying of Hands.  

They hate the BRAVERY.

Why was he lost/Why were you lost?