A 1-sex(poem) by cauchy3

A 1-sex (poem)

Your magic is for me to sure

Your bodies are truth that used

I put your heels to your shoes

But they are the lips of the bodies



The games are winning of joys in nudities

Happiness is come inside nuts

Passionate lips are hunts in huts

Scents and traces are to consist


Each label a lovable mark

Temper the flows of loves in masses

Treat your bodies as for sues

Take apart your judges as suits



So many rules are fall off

You and me have to dressed down

Your lips are not empty in our minds

Your gifts that given as bodies are mine


My loves are melted as latexes that boiled

My acts are sides of south winds

It is below the teases of wills

We wet her flowers in no rivers


Deface and deflower but men s vim
Stops are to call off the bids

Mistresses are stars above moons

Loves and cares are nifty moods


I do not harsh to grip on arms

I stoke with pinks to paints

Your pines are your senses of high

Our joys but not nails are admitted


In abysms I grip one angel

On rivers waters run in angles

The worlds are perverted but humble

Pipes in apples are under touches


Moons are crawlers on magic skies

Is bright lights are so shy

Shades of darks are like whips

Never sweep away loves in flirtations


Childs in brains are loves that floated

A humble me stand in oaks

But shrug and shudders are allowed

Some mystiques are magic in adults


Could not avoid the loves that handled

All seasons are tasteful to anticipate

The mot for lives is on your tokens


Two nuts are soft as fused in one

-------By lonely man -----Cheung shun sang=cauchy3


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