Reaching out towards
delicately rouged areola
(dusty pink,
supple
like rose petals)
his fingertips blush madly
upon their first caress.
He nestles himself
against her blooming *****
against this garden of a women
where only lovely things--
Star Dust.
Laugher.
Poetry--
may grow.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
Reaching out towards
delicately rouged areola
(dusty pink,
supple
like rose petals)
his fingertips blush madly
upon their first caress.
He nestles himself
against her blooming *****
against this garden of a women
where only lovely things--
Star Dust.
Laugher.
Poetry--
may grow.
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