I’d love to journey with you
To a land of disbelief
That will leave you jaw dropped
As you yearn to keep on dreading
Dreading down that path.
The land in discussion
Is one of a kind
That only has its specs
That can’t describe like a phone
Rather exclamation is appropriate.
Some say,”it’s Ripe yet not planted or harvested,”
Others claim,”it’s fruit is sweet but not cooked,”
They say,”it’s deep but not dug,”
I say,”it’s the hive of sweetness,”
Lick from it en you’ll want more.
This is the land of comfort
Where everyman dream to land on
As he gets to feel relieved
While his nerves calm
As he gets to feed his body en soul.
This land isn’t a track field
Yet you sweat profusely
Out of back en front strokes
As you flex your waist
En ejaculate your sins on it.
© Myles The Masterpiece ✍️
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