Who mocked the distress as the stock of laughing scorns
With the scorecard of a bold faced twain
Enthralled with the sacred stones on golden hills
Astrayed from the pulverized feet of wilderness sands nor their ramblings forsaken to stain their nymph over decapitated gongs of machismo that breedeth more villainous bent and calumniate the hellbent
Saith subconsciously the yelling soil had more endings to them in the agoraphobic mourning earth of golden valleys
This saddle now deigns their promiscuous clamour
And every honey secrets of heavenly moisture interred in their saddle now that the mourning earth hath endings with strife at the golden valley
Denounced remission from the golden valley enmasse the golden hills
Serpent hisses over cloyed lips had smothered urbane kisses
When seizeth on the sweating palms squandered sullen cheeks in the beguiling sports
Trembling passion hung in the precedent of pith
Pitched gallivanting hood beneath mensrea nor its allusion
To abscond into the sky marred with distant blues
Over one feigning feet audaciously pluck him quirky verdict
Amidst the motley of clueless cymbals
Did he play them like a warped minstrel under the duress of love bait and wilderness ramblings
Learned saliva and emaciated nosy parker outmoded with the cognoscentis and lordship
Studded briddle entrapped with the wraith of humongous prejudice
Forward he pushed her backward she pushed him
Set ablaze by the iron grit of golden valleys
To propel his supercalifragilisticexpialidocious grit beyond the immoderate frenzy of specious bandwagon jumpers
So soon was he lust as she was pacified
In the fallen ring circus that unearthed the arcane pot of gold
How come he chides her salaciously with lustful language seemingly innumerable and unbearable to the body weight
And maiden burns of erogenous cheeks
Tends her lustrous tears with the sweats of his lust language
Twain's eyes affixed on the main pot of gold
That she is immoderate by quest whatever remains he murders it libidinous with a monumental kiss
That sends shivers to her much vaunted curls of her sharp by fast empty craves
Barren lust with her feathery beaks
Shaken with her wings of matings
Amidst panting face breatheth hollow psyches drowned in the golden minutes of counted bliss
He feedeth on the lusty brow as the heavenly steam
Lowered sweet kisses down the beneath garden full of sacred flowers and beautiful milks
Blowing kisses still with all the foreplay
Down to her Himalayas and paradise when he was lost in the wonderful bliss of a beautiful cunt
And the sweetness that follows he calls heavenly bliss
Fallen in the tangled net sown strength reaped with the distilling showers the beautiful dews of heavenly moisture
And lo times nick with heavenly steam nicks them favour from above struck the womb wonderful charming fruit beyond compare
In thrice a deconium of trial and trysts
Nature entreats them to turn tears into tales
Wails into tears of joy and tears of joy into the house hold bliss
Being red for love she loves him best and being dry for infidelity she loves him more
Over that adage did she clothe him with love
Closer love sticks to him dearly not distant love that slays farther away in the dungeon of wilderness sands
With her moist immoderate arms she swears to his drowned love
To treacle her soft bossom,stale not contention with countless debt of the contending tears
So offers she sweetness kiss that he did not crave
Over broken lips and fisful fest of disgusting grumblings
Flinted hearted twain flinched her tender bossom when she stake contending palms
Now she boos as he woods with the raft and craft of the pleading tongue
What a harumscarum of the beguiling sports to throw in sponge too quickly as the shitholes of a virago earnest in sebaceous plow!
Winding like her belows over this grumpy altars alacrity dissipates his sinewy neck and necklaces of studded briddle
Wanton crest in soothing dregs ensigned red over churlish drums beaten hollow in discord jungles
So long was he servile to arrears of brawny fortitude obeys
Than she was lock stock and barrel in her beguiling sports
Not too fair lips with unfair roses treat themselves to the benign palls of the crescent bubbles
To touch her lips with fairness of the unfair roses
As she rot her lucid warmth in his cannon balls
To switch broken eyeballs betwitch fairy lips amidst tempest and revels of feeble twains and courageous suitors
He had saith unto her"
Thy unfair lips amidst the temperamental finickies of unfair roses
Showeth thee unripe and modesty endeared to the gusty winds and bluffs of descant sesame street
Crooked louses stampedes barren field
Thine eyes are grey in the folklores of vampires
To berate the vinegar of promising winds
That to enchantment fairy not deny for dischantment of the smooth hand in moist steam embroidered with marrow burning
Burning ghats across the burning woods speaks remorse how time flies beyond the immoderate frenzy of her reddish coals,red as the charcoal for brimstone and fire
Gliding beyond the sky her strenghtless dove desecrated at his lutarious orgre of her pleading thigh
Embarrassed with sandy dance where no footing seen betrays the vampires of the wilderness sands "
"Oh really"he saith"no footing seen!"
Stinky gross and sinky dross over aspiring light betray sturdy trees and drew in blank forceless flowers of the primrose bank
Primrose bank Indulgent web of forceless flowers
O what amorous rites at ensigned purple prose!
And arise cease and desist o forceless flowers to make him barren this primroses on the bank of barren fields
That beguiling tongue might cease and beguiling sports desist from the downpour
Is love so light to sweet that villain girl might lie at sedate palms of sweet girl to betray and betrothe all the colors of rainbow for peaches of primrose bank?
That they shouldest think it heavy till their right hand teaches them to scorn their shadowy rift of thy impugned left hand.
She wooed thy riches but she booed his sedate times
Narcissus so sedate palms aloof in goof with the morning crows
Not dainties and faunt and faintings to darn the melodies of the earth's increase
Where beautiful springs breedeth beauty from scraggly plants and sappy soil, souls of the blissful times
And the law of bliss at nature 's lawn mows perennial grief from the golden sun of the beautiful spring
To avert misses , mismatch and midday heat pluck the beautiful carols to douse the burning hell of her souring cheeks
Burning beaks of celestial breaths cannot molest drowning heat of the descending sun
Earthly steel does not stool dryly ere the intemperate groping dark of heavenly sun
Even when a woman's tormented he cannot at feel at parade of gallows humor
Then she speak fair less after one dainty increase of a poor kiss
And all the vinegar of dissent dissipates in earnest pith
As swollen passion over red cheeks does provoke the halt of fiery eyes of the drowned loverbird
And she weeps over her poor kiss the bombshell of a burning heart
Though shaky with poor intendment purpled the unflinching crux of the pleading sport
As she locks her lips in the kissing momentum ,
Once sonorous laps burst into monuments of laughter and touchy bliss
Her voyeur locks in his greedy arms and bellicose pounds
Fondling as she graze on her once dry lips moisturized with perky agog
She an amazing deer in his arm walloped in his park
Hollow heart debauched with the tedious emeralds of sesame love,
Entrapped in this lovely cave,love birds at cloud nine napped in the woods till day break.
By law of nature a Lover's Sacred Rites must be beyond the cussed canyon of golden valleys
An immaculate laws of the Earth's increase
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