"Everyone has different style, technique, and taste;
that's much of the beauty of true Art."

A dew drenched wild flower
awaiting sun's warmth,
you are naked Venus;
        I clothe you with
transparent cumulus
spun by sparkling-
caresses with my eyes.

As we explore gently first
and then in urgent moves
the ****** alchemy of lips,
you transform in to a nimbus,
heavy with a yen to rain-
your sultry lust over mine.
Wet and swollen we stand
exhilarated to the inner core,
lit with sensual pleasure
on the threshold of losing control.

Then, like in a dream,
a nimbus sweetness envelops me,
lying supine, on a bed of goosebumps.
I receive you and the storm
that lasts till we fall asleep.

Roses are red violets are blue foxes are red and your socks are to

Written words can
reflect the inner soul.
So beautiful & mysterious,
they conjure
raw,
vivid,
powerful images
of the writer.

And so emotive in their tone,
it's like being on
an astralplane phone,
one can listen to the
single beats of your heart
through your letters
you contrive so sweetly
& get to know you some.

Sunlight is kissing
the tops of the leaves
& I am breathing you in,
inhaling all of your molecules.

I want to feel your spirit
explode in every
square inch of my body,
from my toes
to the crown of my head,
I want you to lead the way,
stay inside & enjoy my riches
you'll find there.

Your triple crown
topped in
ice-aged white,
rises above the morning light,
breathtaking,
so majestic & tranquil.
Many have succumbed
to your magic,
to the dangerous-passion
you do satisfy.

I heard you calling,
seducing me
in an alpinista language.
Your ancient frozen voices
shoot snow streamers
into the blackened skies,
beckoning me
to take your summit,
but only if
you'll let me.

The day I forget about you completely
Will be a blessed day
You don't deserve a space in my mind