She is a tan skinned angel with wings made of dancing shoes and a halo sewn from eye lash wishes and strands of braided beauty..
I find balance in her and, can let go of the anxiety of the unknown..
There are no brake checks in this 1000 horse power 10 piston passion transport
We discovered depth in desires and the fortress that it creates in sand castles built under jungle canopy on a Mexican coast...
She has the softest bite but draws blood through nail deep confirmation of her devotion
Hot coffee by the bed as a wake up call and a "thank you", for putting her to bed, with me tucked in her, tucking her in...
I drive thousands of miles to explore backseats of luxury automobiles and barren land pregnant with moans of new birth ecstasy..
"Look me in the eye and tell me you hate me"
I get off on the endorphin rush of you slapping a lie into my skull...Her sting is followed by my steely 5 fingers griping her still while the lover 95% synchronizes motion and repeats emotion through abdominal negotiations of tops and bottoms.
There is a beautiful rhythm in our tango that keeps toes curled and intent straight lined at whole sale embraces of, skin swap meet and, eat as we go down, a list of do's and do again's...As for us, we try everything twice and romance need not be third party to all of our intimacy and play...
She is the harness on my safety line and the net to my free fall, and I fall freely into her embrace.
For there the giants of children's lore seem to marvel at the juggernaut we create of cloud sculpted dreams and shooting star ambition..
I believe in her believing in me, and believe me she is the perfect sculpting of still shot super nova photo finishes...
In her there is deep and immense power, gifted and rare...she communicates with the heavens as if cups and strings ran from night stand to celestial hand..
She is the culmination of angelic faith and the peace one finds in deep meditation....
to be perfectly clear she is perfectly her.
