Velvet Jones

Dearest solitude. One’s mind corrupts the inner thought of creation. Silencing the liberal freedom known as their voice of reasoning. Man’s kind secret oppression on the rise hence forth a near death experience to enjoy the smaller things in life. Raptures beyond wombs. Hatred beyond living the new beginning is near. Crystal-clear leaving nothing but the eruptions of orgasms and unwanted test of their love. Slim frames volumetric fractures are what catches the eye never second guessing the fact to whom she belongs to. Nor caring whose heart may corrupt in the end. A soft ass can only keep you warm on an empty stomach at night for so long. Never beginning to feed the knowledge known as an intellectual capacity soothing phrases reciting the many who stand before you. The century carries many more like her but very of the few willing to stand beside you never behind. To hold you through every motion. The inner feed of the soul suppressed between passion and ejaculation. Coating its velvet thighs in surrender mesmerizing the forgiven truth hidden in his lies that soon come to realize the mishap were the sight of others shall deceive one’s future.