It tastes like a thousand sunsets, upon the river of beyond. A million blissful tears that drowned me where I stood. The winds of a heaven’s garden, where mists gather like wine, the grapes of harvested happiness, blossomed in my mind. Divine like a summers morn, the gentle evening breeze, fragrant like a delicate flower, that set my mind at ease. So many fruits had teased me, I tasted perfect bliss, and for one moment, ecstasy, just one pure, simple kiss.
A nice kiss of soft spongy lips
at the right place
at the right time
sounds overwhelmingly warm.
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"You think Einstein walked around thinking everyone was a bunch of dumb-shits?"
Exquisitely rendered!
J-Called