Description
The soignee star twinkling and trickling... Hungry eyes capitulate to peep, almost blind against its eternity of eminent radiance. Tongue salivates in over-romanticized desperation and mind rests in pieces till the pendulum swings, and time still in tribute. The soignee star with unwonted elegant steps terrifically stimulating; riveting back-and-front, suffice to instigate and castigate the erotic corners of human psyche... The untainted craft of nature armed with velvety terracotta skin to conceal the ominous weeny box of venal flesh, some such succulent hemlock as imminent and unsuspecting... Eyes and mind waxed in situ with the unalloyed allegiance of fate at the mercy of silver tongue; spasmodically, the soignee star now purrs even with an emollient voice: the curious will is saluted insidiously, by frailest choice of being henpecked, a painful punch of stark sincerity, with imperilled sympathy and empathical empathy. Stuck in deep mud, yet unknown...Revelry sanctified strangely but profusely, much as suffocated by urgency of juicy desire. Smooching, being weaned by spasm of self-flageration, mind now in smug peace, the pendulum now back and forth. Alas, time seemingly restless... restless till the hungry eyes snaky and cruel against the invariant choice of empirical will... The unbroken system convulsed, tongue terra firma and forever still; mind in pieces of ghostly peace... Sympathy crushed and crumbled in the abyss of inscrutable will, revelling in the naturalness of seamiest side; a hapless twit to the harridan without the capacity of being.
Tunji Ibrahim
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