Stella’s Place

Floating in everlasting orgasmic glow

Listening to your lyrical tongue

As we speak our own language

The wind moves to our motions

Time stands on end

We create our own parables

Riddles to stretch our mind

Living to give you new sensations

Tasting desolate spaces in secluded places

Creating extended tension causing passionate explosions

Suga, in disparate years the words in ears grow insufficient

Although soft lips and whiskers whispering creates waves

Living in this afterglow is good tho

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