darkness starts to fade
A time to get out of bed

she comes to me six  in the morning,
****** fragrance wafting,

eyes smokey, voice caramelized,
her gaze  making me hypnotized

arousing desires in the deepest places,
A tell of temptations

A godess,
That leaves you wordless

Her small ******* like a bunch of wild dates
Lips dripping wet

Inviting me in her tropical jungle
Blackberries ready for pluck

Her curvy thighs my delight
tantalizing piece of art

Sprawled over my bed
telling me she is mine

Unlocking secret pleasurables
free of all wearables

the golden old
tales of good times

a part of the past
That pops up in the future

And when youve grown old
You'll  say "the good old times...'

She will always visit from the past,
Feeling you with lust

Memories