thinkin about seduction

Thinkin about seduction thinkn about those legsWen we meet. I hopeshe smeel like spring.. cleann.. like a gentle breezee.. and wen I tatse. I hope she drips ..like raindrops... as I reaxh for her soul...and wen I reach I will listen to the beats as I play drums on her body .. take noteswrite sonnets and plays to the way she goes.. and wen she lays in peace I hope I be that vision she sees... iwana be.. like she has never fein'd ..and fien.d she shall on levels .. she has never felt... spreaded like I spread butter over bread ..she flows so smooth ..her body is like amelody that cnt be found.. I listen ..it calls..wet dreams of penatration in her. Underwater paradise ...as I explore .I find hidden treasure idnt knoe exsited. She.. is ..we is .. in a moment ..