…It would suck if our tongues ever felt the taste of de feat

…So instead let’s aim for the sub lime

Yes let our aims be master ful… maybe it can be a dominant string of successes if we both come to an understanding of our mutual abilities

This mental inter course is more than just per verse it rings across the uni verse

With lips persed we can see how slow and deep we can stir… faster and faster… until the room is but a blur

You speak with intense expectation and not for a consolation but my imagination is more of a constellation… a splatter of bright feelings and unkempt passions

More than a constellation… a galaxy with 2 beautiful stars so great and wide… with lovely curtains… that collide in moments of glory joy and ecstasy.