Let me taste your rubied
departures,
Peer into your ocular spheres,
Run my hands through your long glossy fibers,
And whisper sweet nothings inside your transformers
Let me place my tongue on your liquid enzyme producers
Wrap your transporter bipeds behind my head
And enter where lies your delicate incision
As I admire you, in all your precision.
Peer into your ocular spheres,
Run my hands through your long glossy fibers,
And whisper sweet nothings inside your transformers
Let me place my tongue on your liquid enzyme producers
Wrap your transporter bipeds behind my head
And enter where lies your delicate incision
As I admire you, in all your precision.
Ellese Elliott
