Endless layers

The oodles of a mystic river dale.A birefringent knowing of tale, of a soulful true lover.The intimacy basked like a weeping wallowing serpent in the woods.The drooling love, drop by drop. A believer with a momentary calcification of all these surreal pleasure. Hedonism forsaken to delve and riven with the intimacy of unspoken  words of the damsel.The fear of blinding life or maybe the understandable temperamental rejoice.Like a wet grassland,how she laid her heart.Unpleasing with the thousand unorthodox average slurs.The ratio which are meant to be taken sincerely.Openness that she cant handle.Does it even matter what she thinks?.How her heart is sublimating with that tinge of her desolation and heartache. Sincerely she writes to conduit her writhe,twisted sly to prong next young men lined up.Withstanding and wielding a pen to unfurl her story,self narrating behind that pretty face.Horny, she would clad up to pash up hearts.ornate and dapper.The counter cultured description fucked up and the crave that  would tempt young men to touch her lithe svelte.
As she keep up to pause the awkward conversations and the thoughts that sweep inside her own mind..She confess I am  just another lady............