A Whispered Impression

 

To think how much I tickle myself is a wonderful idea.

Being in a state of one realizing communication. 

I paint before the mind to see, 

A beautiful girl kissing me. 

For the joy in the thought letting getting caught,

The time to skin is the science craftly sought.

Challenging the matter by using what I am taught. 

To visualize the impression is a feeling expression. 

Appreciating the warmth in the simulation. 

To think how much I tickle the air,

A thought that fingers tonight in ear.

In one with self, in one with thee,

My vision breathes sowing effortlessly.

A beautiful girl, lips coming there,

Kissing me soft, erectly here.

The science in time, the craft tilling skin,

A story being told forming attracting begin.

Challenging matter, bending the real,

Using what I am taught in feel.

The warmth to thought, your touching spark,

My loving impression kisses you in the dark.