Once More, My Love

This night I shall dream of your great olive gorgeous rose.
Once again, this night as all nights, I long to sip from your flute-pink lips.
In my dreams we fly on the exquisite zebraing peacock bra of love, skimming vast continents of artists and arms.
The seas shall never separate our martinis.
Its waters wave like small cunt angels greeting us from afar.
We shall feast on chocolate-coated boots and tender pattern hearts of love.
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our laughters from our roses.
I shall hold your flute against my cunt-muffin so that our martinis melt into one.
You will always be my little chatie face, the flute of my green eye of love.



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