You move like a snake
silently, smoothly, along soft and
from morning dew wet grass.
I found your shed skin beside the lake,
a trace, a mark to follow
already drunk of your sweet fragrance.
There you wait for me on the edge of the woods
but your are a chameleon: every tree, leaf, whisper
of air says your name, hide you, then expose you in twister
and I’m in trance, exhausted of search.
I lean my body on the nearest birch to rest, your alertness
to test.
And there you come,
gorgeous in all your beauty to ****** me with flickering
fiery licks of the tongue that glides over my skin, biting my chin.
I shed my dress, with sky’s bless
Love and Earth, Eden in birth of our desire
endless and restless.
Lake ripples, burbles in sweet aches of waves
upon the gravy shore.
I wake up. I see your peaceful face resting beside mine.
You are a dream of the realm unseen.
There are no descriptors to describe my adore.
I bend to kiss you and hurry to pick up the clothes from the floor.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
You move like a snake
silently, smoothly, along soft and
from morning dew wet grass.
I found your shed skin beside the lake,
a trace, a mark to follow
already drunk of your sweet fragrance.
There you wait for me on the edge of the woods
but your are a chameleon: every tree, leaf, whisper
of air says your name, hide you, then expose you in twister
and I’m in trance, exhausted of search.
I lean my body on the nearest birch to rest, your alertness
to test.
And there you come,
gorgeous in all your beauty to ****** me with flickering
fiery licks of the tongue that glides over my skin, biting my chin.
I shed my dress, with sky’s bless
Love and Earth, Eden in birth of our desire
endless and restless.
Lake ripples, burbles in sweet aches of waves
upon the gravy shore.
I wake up. I see your peaceful face resting beside mine.
You are a dream of the realm unseen.
There are no descriptors to describe my adore.
I bend to kiss you and hurry to pick up the clothes from the floor.
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