A PRE-VALENTINE TREAT FOR 18 YEARS AND ABOVE.
Stood I afar on the peak of the mountain,
And pleasured my eyes with her beautiful enchanting smile,
I rested my hands on my hairless chest,
In a moment of awe,
And watched in covetousness,
As she crushed herself against the civilian stream,
Imaginatively,
I undressed her,
Though she was physically in her birthday suit,
And oh I plead guilty,
Guilty for being peep a tom,
Her rounded, brownish and well shaped worth-sucking breast,
With a seductive ball-pointed nipple,
Splendorously parachuting on her torso,
Softened my restraint,
Softened my restraint,
And uplifted lust in my mesmerized heart,
Her curled eyelashes,
Like a well-trimmed lawn,
Horizontally seated beneath her forehead,
Drew closer I for a panoramic effect,
Her shadow,
Perfectly shadowed in the stream is sensually stimulating,
I begged for communication,
But the shadow stared silently at me,
Mourning the oblivion of its perfect object,
My masculinity turned hostile,
What a view!
To stage a romantic curfew,
Her stomach,
With her novel firmly married to her umbilical cord,
Makes me wanna run ahead of myself,
And embrace posterity,
A wonderful adorable world sprouting from my plunder and her acceptance,
I would crush into a pulp,
If I don’t grind to a halt,
But such irresistible, delicate, glorifying, and ineffable scenery,
Is worth an able, protective and dedicated eyes,
To visualise,
Non-literally, I deserve such a resplendent fairy
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