Your eyes devour me...




Her sheets of scented sin
Tasted lips
Quickening the
Whispering heat;


His breath upon her neck...



Peridot eyes, cast silent wishes
Suckling whispered thoughts;
A stream of tangled hunger


Shivered quiet...



Fire tongue skimmed
Autumn's flame,
Rapture
                              Breathless,
Shades of gold, caressed


Succulent *******...



Amber whispered;
Intoxication sweet, a shiver-pour
Thrusting
The drown of midnight silk


Exotic dancing her sensual need...



Tongue jets softly
Hard,
Upon hips gyrate,
Flesh weakened
By the strain of ravage
Welcoming

Libation's drench...



Night's kiss sears
Heated flesh
Bathed in effervescence,
Creamy nectar delight,
A cascade


Between lips of adoration...



And HE...
Wrote his name
Frenzied
Inside her;
Snake hips, pulsing
To repletion,
Raising the satin sheen

Fire crimson with hardened-need........

Night wanton,  peeled bare to intoxication, the sultry scent of indiscretion,
Bears the wicked wild
   Pleasure, pulsing to repletion; a shadow silk of born embrace,
Opens my mouth as deliberate as the throat swollen with rain,
Slender and unlaced,
And moonlight spills silver above earthen shadows. that jostle diamond stardust through fire;
My pale woman-flesh tingles as the breath of night, brushes need, tasted on skin,
And I become wrapped in the essence of deep dreaming,
His dark waters writhe and surge against my shimmer-gleam;
Whisper-sleek in heartbeats that threaten the crimson of flame,
As I am held down by the whisper of silks,
I become vulnerable in the skin of his hands....



Breathless shadows,  bathe velvet bliss,
Moon- warmed, between hips arching against possession;
Thrusting In the edges of bed-stricken memories;
Softly...gently whispering his name... on the  purple wind  that pulses, my narcotic flower,
Honeyed caresses, the slow burn of now;
...And
Silk slides in a whispered seduction
Permutating a  moon-burn's soothe; mouths
Wandering indolently, furtively down the sinuous curve
Of
Tongue
Revealing patterns smothered thick , symbollic against my breast....



Eyes close to the heat of urgency
Wicked.....hovers above skin, licking a trail sparking flame;
He speaks and I purr, he touches and I melt...his wandering hands seek their fill
Of my milky rise and fall, the slip of fingers wandering curves, between the valley of awakened *******, his
Tongue dances across buds hardened in breathless;
I sigh against masculine, running wild;  pouring wicked, and he wears me wet,
I **** the night long and slow and he...
Growls deep, while
Arms stretch, tasting flesh, teeth nip as he throbs,
Taut, against my thigh; worshiping the swollen altar...




I am blushed by kisses, held captive, beyond yearn...seeds of fire, warm breath staining nakedness beautiful;
Pink petals moistly shadow dance,  a tongue crazed, vortex of passion,
Strong muscles suckle whispered thoughts,
The ghost-atoms of rose petals, kiss the rainbow of glittering lips
Deepening sigh's lost, tasting the pulse of his heart;
Sweet evocotive essence, presses me into his swallow,  whispered words,
Lain across my flesh with the slick of tongue...



Peeled slowly, trembling , finger tipped kisses brush my ******* wet in eagerness,
His  forging ******, whispering forevers, while wildfire lips, brush black satin shivers
Across moistened tongue-play, breath,
Dancing in the swirling mist....Hot against his skin;
Untamed passion, a silken slide, tingles dark on steel, slow dancing,
Melding the sweetened heat of thigh fevered ache...





We lay upon the rainbow drift, wet beneath the honeyed dance
Open lips sip fragile webs of silk in passions sway,
Bleeding whimpers that beg the rush of primal,
Slick flow, the milk of moon, when blessed with linger's touch

and we

Bathe in the splash...of curled worship..........................................................­...

Outlined in the shadows of dawn,
the vista of ocean softly reveals
a repletion of reflection across the faint musk of light.
I ask myself again if I were able to write a sonnet within
the acres of crystalline perfection,
yet all I can do
is form a mere line
denting the shimmer
of sand.

After annual bustle of end's festival feasts
2016, sagging under repletion,
blinks crusty lids and remembers December.

The time for retiring infuses old heart-beats
with intention of losing as top rank yields
to immature youth pretentiously present.

As New Year's first birth-cry appears bristling
with fervour the white whiskered
Sage denies more twelve-monthly contracts.

Wisely de-throned a King's brisk move permits
sight of things not as yet seen, quickens
time's costly broom to sweep free any lost past.

So as stale dies back may the un-tried drench
every mind with opportune's freshest
for regrets bear naught to the weaving of new
.
Wishing dear friends that 2017 brings a scent
of real riches, gifting you peace, health
and moments of memorable happenings too.

With warm New-Year hugs to all - from Fay.