The pink little nightie
as a kiss of a rose
made of the velvet lips
The lace woven
by the dew petals
misting the perfect body
The straps blew off
by the lover's tenderness
exposing the buds of amour
as goddess of Venus
The softness melts shame
appearing the greediness of thirst
quenching the touch of delight
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
The pink little nightie
as a kiss of a rose
made of the velvet lips
The lace woven
by the dew petals
misting the perfect body
The straps blew off
by the lover's tenderness
exposing the buds of amour
as goddess of Venus
The softness melts shame
appearing the greediness of thirst
quenching the touch of delight
