my fingers
beckoned by scents
stroke her hair;
as soft as silk
her ******* move
with gentle sighs
giving more than beauty
not flighting the distance
while the skin shimmers
as tender flowers
in an open meadow
her eyes play
like black beads
in the andante rhythm
of a desiring heart
hidden behind voile
looking for me,
in hopeless, shady smart
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
my fingers
beckoned by scents
stroke her hair;
as soft as silk
her ******* move
with gentle sighs
giving more than beauty
not flighting the distance
while the skin shimmers
as tender flowers
in an open meadow
her eyes play
like black beads
in the andante rhythm
of a desiring heart
hidden behind voile
looking for me,
in hopeless, shady smart
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