Ummm……??

“.…swelling to taste what’s tantalizing, with my wet-clay molding tongue, like a high rope trapeze artist, synchronized with the twilight monarch, twirling in knots and then unfurling from a new cocoon, in violet satin, in the crevices of desire and wetness…. trembling slightly to tickle the senses of not only my tangy rose tongue buds but your sweetly erogenous zones, of your mind, your spirit, of passion and fulfillment… waxing and willing, to smoothly slide and massage like a tropical erosion on a brilliant beach that reaches to the ocean as if to god… wrinkling and sighing like the vapors on the sea, or is it a mirage?
…delicately dreaming of my hands, my body, my entire essence…. all over you, safe and securely and…. we could be one…. sexually and so tastefully…. this is fate…. indeed”

…That’s… fascinating..?   Save the “poetry” for when you actually know someone and know they will appreciate it.

Just.So.Weird.