I
To myself of fearless Lines,
For the lady in my visions of souless soul,
My marks i must relay as i lay off my confession,
From the very core of my stomach purging my diets.
II
Your passings my wish,
Your words a pure soulful bliss,
Not on papyrus or cuneiforms seeping from your pen,
But on the very tablet of my heart,
The pamphlet of my soul.
III
I'm moved by you as your legs are wide open,
As they spilled the lyrics of your dance move.
And as your tongue in line with mine,
Salivating the gestures of our words of intimacy.
IV
My hardened soul breaks off its yoke,
At the slightest core of my passing to your vulnerable soul,
Making the twins on your chest pumps up as i nailed you on.
V
Making our pace to the rhythm of our hearts,
The sweet dialect of our sweetest moans,
And the undivided sigh and ecstasy of our orgasm.
VI
As I've relayed my confession,
I bless the communion with the holy king james version dialect,
That if thou me reigneth in the next world,
And thou you cometh in the next life,
Thou cometh a poet lover.
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)