~ ~ Poems. Leave a special subtle fleur lingering around. In colours they live. In auras of poets. They're born. They turn. They dye. The world. And die. ~ ~ ~ In the middle Earth we'd love and cherish our liberated slick yearnin's. Limbs. Craving caresses. Demanding more. ~ ~ ~ ~ I'd kiss you like a crazy flutterby. Levitating upon your body. In pleasure. You. . .Me ~~~ ~ Endless words stream from your radiant thoughts. Laser swords are no match to describe. How you Scribe. Vital. Sensual. Invitations. ~ ~ ~ ~ My eyes sip you. Wordless. You purr. In my palms. Lustful breaths.Dim Light. Pressed. Lit Flames. Are we. Together. ~ ~