ROMANTICISM_"HIGHWAY ADVENTURES" BY PACIOLO AND EMPRESS.

PACIOLO:

Gently - warmly

Let your thighs caress secretly under my shelter

A long creep into the flight of my mood

EMPRESS:

I'll knee before thy lord

For all praises and adoration in styles

Bend before thy lord

Covered in trousers

PACIOLO:

What should I say if your fingers are resting their teeth 

Stroking lightly my rod 

Won't My Moses be stripped off holiness by the sea?

& His offsprings surrender when their savior is bloated by the tip of your tongue.

EMPRESS:

Scold my pink sea with your rod

Whip me - Smack me

& Toss me the daily bread in different pattern

For the famished soul

Has lost it strength to pull trousers

PACIOLO:

After that:

Let me pull the garment off your body

Until what seems to disappear from me is revealed like a breathing chapter

About the protuberance what God created

About what's between the thighs is something I can not describe

EMPRESS:

Lie like a warrior,

Who has sacrificed all his strength for a war,

Then I will make a path with my tongue,

From the east of your body to the west,

Ride you like bicycle,

From North to South,

Make the night howl the praise of a lavi da loca.

PACIOLO:

I'm stirred by the longings

I'll surround you with my left hand

& You'll fall in fluffiness

Pull you with my right hand towards me

Rub your shore with the tip of my rod

& Your dumb bosoms will tickle in fold of it

I'll let the pleasure suck our hearts

EMPRESS:

The pleasure will suck our heart,

Like bedbugs suck bloods,

When the chief guard give you way to the kingdom,

Spread the hot creamy butter on it,

& My mourn will penetrate into your ears,

So the tired king rise again

PACIOLO:

I'll cook you a delicious stab

& You'll taste the grief

The bed will creak & we'll be anxious

 When our joints weaken

& We both get what we hope for

I'll keep my head in your arms - kiss them

Wrap my legs around your wet thighs

We relax - fall asleep in trance like a child in our hands

EMPRESS:

We will walk into the land of sleep,

Dream about the Ups and Downs,

Dream about the moans and styles,

Our eyes will travel in the dead night,

And open to connect the falls and rises of our worship.

PACIOLO:

It's the trust - the pleasure

It's the prominent race - not riches

It's the happiness in us

Love join them - & we long for it

ISMAIL JUNAID OLUWADAMILARE

(PACIOLO PEN SAINT)

and

EMPRESS.