“Random #4”

I am the
Stuff
Dreams are
Made of
That fluff
Rounded off
To feed your
Desires
Ignite fires
As Lips part so
Sweetly
Around your
Fixation of
Oral passions

Where I
Wrap my words
Round your
Thoughts
And allow my
Hands to caress wisdom
While tongues accentuate
The flavor of verbs
Tracing alphabets over
A beat of
Heat while
Brown Thighs
Part in surrender 
To the velocity of
Which your
Notion carries…

While names
Carry Heavy
Sentiments as they
Drip down in moans
Among prolific
Accentuated obscenities
Where exclamation
Marks lose glamour
from the motion
Created Against
A wall covered
In fantasy
Becoming tangible
Phenomenally unforgettable
And what I’m
Made of is
Worth the
Reckless visual…

I am the
Stuff
Dreams are
Made of
that fluff
Rounded off

And Ever
Floating

In

Your
Mind.
©Tam06/17/14

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