I heard what you said, your screams coming pronounced from your head, those lights pouring from your lifted eyes, with sweet drops bouncing from your mellow thighs. I felt what you did, pushing my feelings and not yours instead, hitting my heart thrice, that felt like lead, my hoofs moving faster toward you, you said.
I smell that perfectly right now, that odor is pure immensely but wow, the aroma has teased us and even more, lets give in and pause right here on this floor.
I taste you in my mouth, not a kiss but memories excitingly loud, so pronounced in my soul but deeply, so purely I know, completely. I remember the joy, it made you weep, a really good cry while we pushed and then sleep.
Oh, what I Am seeing now before age, not a chapter, not a page, not quiet nor rage, I just see heaven in multiple waves, I want so dearly not to behave, I want earth and stars to become our slaves.
What I AM Seeing, just tenderness upon your chest, a puff of magic and nothing less an earthquake of feelings with love passing this test.
BY AUTHOR AND ILLUSTRATOR, DAVID A. MORROW SR, aka Penticular