Time
Youth knocked at your doorway; your feelings bowed colorful. With every jiffy you wanted to rejoice meticulously. I found you paramount amongst the countless time passers.
This was an assurance.
I explored your profound ardor. You touched my zenith and came back with a vigorous burst of passion and pleasure. It was bewitchingly supple, yet vernal in delight and imagination. In every sensual pleasure you relished, waking up the senses. I joined you as you were gasping hotter and your blood pumped faster and your heart throbbed harder; at it’s highest speed.
No merriment equals lust.
Every sense woke up yet again; now, you are acquainted with the joys of life. Every moment you licked the nectar, that carafe overflowing with honey is always filled. Now, spell out the moments you spent with me, in my bed. No substitute would have been more suitable to your preference. Your only chance at satisfaction was with me. I felt you mature and fit.
Still I wait for you again.
Knock once and it will be opened.
