Intoxication; A scent of Autumn-eyes Spilling colours upon Willing flesh; A slave to silken smooth, He sways... Dancing beneath jewels of lust, Softly weeping...
Soft; The quiver pulse Tangles tender ache, His touch' Skin blushed Breathless, beneath arrhythmia's void, Fire-lips, Tongue bathe the swollen-flower, Licked wicked...
Slow; The shades of ever moon Fill her yearn, A dark warmth, Her own heartbeat, Impatiently submissive To his fire-tongue velvet; And throbbing wild The pulse of passion D R I P S...
Breathless; His wet of fevered song Smooth, across satin thighs, Parting; Her river's pearled release Cascading... Open mouthed He tastes the rippled, hushed D E S I R E
A blushed-pour down Rhythm, bucking hard Against his eager tongue; The unexpected silk of orchids, Lip feed Whispers through her heart skin And Surrender, Quivers, Warm against his mouth..........
Your essence burns exotically into my soul .......those lips of fire scorch like the melting sun of gold... shape your absent body against mine, touch me as the giving air......J