Punky Fu

cumming true

(shall we make it blue)

the sun’s benevolent smile finds

its place in our sky

exchange conspiratorial glances

rains for shines

as intimate as a kiss… and yet,

as mysterious and fleeing as a dream.

burning whispers

subtle caresses

intuition flickers

secrets for the cherishing

to be won by those worthy of ascension

to the ultimate dimensional being.

Meanwhile, I fantasize of

warm breezes in rainy skies…

juicy rhythms of slippery thighs…

… (I’ll write more, when I think it wise)

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in medias res:

I expect it shall be very wet!

I can not say how wet we’ll get … !

But together we shall see

Our rainy cloudy ecstacy