In the deep of your bristle, I peep a pier teeming with gloomy songs, spirited men of all provinces, and crafts of all patterns cutting out their fair and intricate hierarchies against an immense atmosphere where the permanent warmth basks so broad, Within the caresses of her strand, I rediscover the torpor of towering eternity spent on a settee, in the chamber at the recess of her elegant barge, nestled by the hidden roll of the shelter, between flower jars and exciting jugs. Deep in the burning blaze of your fluff, I puff the whiff of the desired libido, stirred with hope and honey in the darkness of your desire, I feel the space of the distant azure resplendent; on the fuzzy beaches of your fluff I get tipsy on the blended scents of warm, musk and fresh, Empower me to nibble your heavy, ebony locks for a towering time, after which I will nip your supple and willful chest, Alas! it downed on me that I am simply chewing memories with worrying presences. Sincerely, @izge