MY COMFY COUCH

without a doubt
my comfy couch...
my... heavenly sent for you
to scent this seat
this place now meant for
me... and you... in our
time spent hanging out together
around for hours in the sacred
lair of... that be... what it be
of my holy refuge
the Den of Pandera is... that place
I use... my darling... that
ground of play... for me
and with you... it is that safe space
for only us... to thus be here kept
to sleep... a place to feed our hearts
be in this... my mighty fortress
it was built for you to be in
my dearest love... the goddess
or else... it is but for me
alone... the sweetest... solitude.
this... domicile... where the
only rent is spent at the expenditure
of my deepest gratitude.

a taste of nesting
and nestling
wherewith I take my breaks
wherewithal... naked you... and naked me
can hide away... in deeper moods
and motions free... yes
my comfy couch...without a doubt
we couched so... secretly you see
we be... in my... own... little personal paradise
please pardon me... if I just want to
stare at you... for yet a while
but my aware of you...
in the garden of... your pubis there
your beauty here
thus hidden where no pierce of them
nor dream of them can be
reached nor breached
by the prying eyes of public view.

that world of words taken
where... this faith of me resides...
your world inside my ears... til I
left my dear... to float here
in a trance... I situated in an
everlasting shift... of disposition... I
listening to your body... and
I visioning your pour of spirit
you calling me... with everything
near it exposed
to look upon... to long... to touch...
to here taste... to see...before
I ever do.

you so... well composed
love's swelling in my sense of it...
the very idea of it
the rise of me
the eyes of me now that spy
the lie down of you... upon...
the oh my my... of me... the oh my my of
of I with... eyes on you.

you know... you the one
that comes in her assorted colors
the hues of skin... of you...as she
the one of whom is sung
the muse of... royal blue... you
she who be... the mistress of
perpetually stripped naked
the perception of... this spread...
of red velvet take... without a doubt
on my comfy couch...

and yes... you be she... who be
to me... the dispersion of purple passion
as well as the... incurring of... the
patterns of these... upholstered fabrics
furnished as... the burn of... copper and brass
the magnetic pass of me
by you... seated as my couching tigress
my ingress upon you... a bless no less
upon you... as I have told you

oh how the mouth of me is so filled... with thee
the extent of my addendum
not one the least of them
so central for me... to breathe of me
this conversation piece
my pen expressed in what such... is lust
ALL ways... in me... again and again see
I try so hard to describe
how I so... smitten in... my everyday
and in my every night... the very length of
every month and year
yes smitten... with the beautiful being of you.

I so crazy 'bout my baby
I so elated by... the instooling of
her royal highness and your majesty
set in... her proper... seat.
yea! the queendom
of my kitten cum... it is you,,, who seem to
run things baby.
here lately it is ever you in
these hazy lines of mine
I to recite them by my... writes of you.
and it is right there... it is right there... that I dare
to lyrically kiss you... for ALL aught...
I to... verbally lick... you too.
for... see
without a doubt... you the the ninth art of the
supernal word
that hot pot of... a potty mouth
you a naughty girl
your seethe through teeth and lips
uncovered 'pon... the lovely cushions
of... my favorite... comfy couch.

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