Friday, October 23, 2020

Too Much Woman His Soul!

 

such a device in you, too aesthetic in you, I mean to emote you. by fragile receptors so rapid a conclusion if ever there was a dance. at wilderness facing a vast decision while it seems like routine. a man must be so much. a charismatic feature. indeed, a forgiving lover. or so distinct.

where age is innocence or brute passion while careful to struggle; such habits such sunshine so scraped by existence. to live seeking you while you’re every woman so smooth such intonation such deep disgrace. “But it’s beautiful to answer graces so much a contender for variety.” our omissions our casualties while it meant more to me. those sprawled answers those feral forests so destroyed for just a moment. hair filed brushes. scented lotions. a pumice stone for heels. those days those window eyes such character in reflection—by maps so much injustice while never a woman so together: a fighter for clarity a mind like judges while morals become uncertainty; or better, such ethics, as cries illumination, while too gorgeous to be left to abeyance.

by miracle to dine by luck to entertain, so sweet an empire; too noticed, at every angle, fretting lines. too much to ignore such ivy legends while I haven’t exaggerated. as never an entrance, without immediate addressing(s), so much one is proud plus devastated.

to have luxury to have clandestine to ache in remote spaces. as a keel is unfastened or determination distorts images, where a soul would first panic. so low or sure at highs while risqué a notch. candles mean little, diamonds are effective, but reality is band. a trite proposal, as several have voiced it, while one was so attuned another snatched his essence. as forever missing reality, an uneasy mind, where youth have become important. such a peak at thirty-five. his destiny at twenty-five. so much our gym dynasties.

words mean so much or so empty where it becomes hobby or passive understanding. so certain to call it love. so sure to remember our disappearance. while a.m. hours are spent analyzing realities. so sweet such nectar so much deeper disputes. while collars are white, clips are gold such dear blue ribbons. muscles so intrusive, reminders so gentle, while it hurts to know inadequacies. our manly minds. our womanly women. so destitute so close!

upon a pocket square while a tear fell, it was anguish to our angels. such wild anxieties such reaching physicality while a man is visualization or illusion or raw uncertainty. some predicament those cherished bouquets while completing a dissertation at twenty-three. by rarity a creature, by fashion a star, by angsts a machine; so threaded by society such an impact on society to enter, conquer or stir power. imported caviar domestic napkins by Italian wines.

early morning jogs, an overachieving nature, or too much woman his soul!

fury can’t capture those fires such force to realize affectation. a damaging word a misleading word, or yet, a watchword. fierce flames such reach in a soul’s eyes while spirits drench in sulfur. to admire so much, to possess so little, while alienating so many. a problem in its poets a glance in Petrarch a fairytale in Kierkegaard.

so much a scream in Pablo or prose set on skies while adoring seems cherished. a thousand-dollar stud. half a home for a Lamborghini. or tuition on a Rolex persona.

if but such reality, in a world so classified, while a man might become a dungeon. such raw behavior, such full lips, such parts we dare not mention. indeed, a lazar world a crazed ability a risqué imagination; such appetite too revved while souls fight or struggle or damn everything in existence.

by fleeting admiration. to adore his classification. while unreality probes most souls!

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