Darling, your touch, elegant,
like a soft petaled flower,
transfixes me in place,
and your scent drives me mad.
Warm sweet tastes,
like nectar, sugar drops,
trail across my skin.
Those flavors, refreshing,
like honeysuckle on a Summer afternoon,
bold and vibrant like the Sun,
coat my lips like morning dew.
My heart flutters,
like a hummingbird, fast,
and the only thought tormenting me,
is the desire to relive it again.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Darling, your touch, elegant,
like a soft petaled flower,
transfixes me in place,
and your scent drives me mad.
Warm sweet tastes,
like nectar, sugar drops,
trail across my skin.
Those flavors, refreshing,
like honeysuckle on a Summer afternoon,
bold and vibrant like the Sun,
coat my lips like morning dew.
My heart flutters,
like a hummingbird, fast,
and the only thought tormenting me,
is the desire to relive it again.
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