Sex aka When The Moon Sets

Vintage Versace linen, exotic lizards slithering up in the pink interior of gorgeous, caramel, brown skin women, with purple eyes glistening, a glossy, inscripted, handsome vision, penises exercising, making passion to every crack -n- crevice, dripping a heated venom, within her interior, inferior unto her almighty superior, the voice of Olympus spoke, judge only who thyself sees in the mirror, digesting one’s own vigor, impish for souls see life politely different, a potent picture, presented to a burning wisdom, thy eyesight, death’s victim, witnessing the rapture of love supernatural depiction, isms lifted -n- put in prison, eternally living, handsome visions of her warm interior, dripping a heated venom, from a penis inserted incision, a beautifully carved mental, penetrated wisdom, a handsome vision, to these moans -n- groans of love, thy god listens, elated from the positions we’ve experienced, natural but different, wisdom freed from prison, a penis dripping, enjoying the sight of love through the mirrors of her interior.

Damn that’s serious