Silently songs blow sweet kisses,
Like a soft breeze smiling
In my serenity sleep.
As if wind chimes serenading,
Both directions of my proclivities.
Of olden psalms and fairytale rhymes,
Played on cellos and cross string bows.
Transvestites and she-males humming,
Sighing echoes in the distant past,
Of prosing poets.
My quill scribes poetically,
On evergreen's bark and lusting dew.
Flesh beautiful of cocks and cunts,
sashaying in erotic limbo.
Into the dusk of my eventful.
As my tongue strums needing no compass,
On breasts so fair and penis most staffing.
Like a vision of my lusting,
Kissing erotically in rem blinks.
My manhood drips.
On pleasurable sighs my cock swaying tides.
Trembling soft thighs opening widely,
Tingling sensations most pleasurably,
Of the cunts and penis triangle.
My quill scribing.
Into the dusk of my eventful,
The twilight's glowing of fireflies,
Sweet treasure of musk.
My cum cascading of my ambrosia,
Both directions of my sexuality.
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