Chaotic grind of the mind tap lightly on tongue juice in Georgia.
Peel off the bottom of seduction with gentle taps of sweet saliva.
Tiny kisses feel ripe vein juice seeping out of sexy love portals.
Sweet melodious tones of a-cappella strings design soft peeps of scenery.
Intimate instruction of purple haze devours the erected brainstem to insanity.
Rain erupts and hit shoulders that taste lightly salted but sweet to the tongue.
Lazy egos collide and spark hard climatic intuition with hot dripping bubbles of intimidation.
Juicy summer drips off the beat and hit tasty prickly corpuscles running gently.
By: Literary Diva (www.blogtalkradio.com/diva29) and the "Lit Factory"
literarydiva29@yahoo.com
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