Passions, I to venture your hairand travel it's measure
a tender touch as silks
that floats across the sweet textures
of your warming flesh
And to bite your lip with a little kiss
while soft hands uncover fresh
around your face
flowing, loving pleasures
Take a deep breath
open a blouse to breast
press kissing lips to rest
as both hands' caress
treasured velvet
and hug so delicately
a comfort you ache to give
so deliciously
to when you imagine
Angels are nursing love
from within
shall I continue,,,,,,?
The slightest surface of my palm
skimming your curving backs bottom
Loving the discovery
of your nervous energy
from the nape of your neck
to the bottom of your feet
and slowly back
to pursue your lips as sweet
and luscious like strawberries
You are a summer picnic
of desire
prepared by Gods own hand
the nature of nurture
A hunger invitation
So to spread a blanket
under the creamy pastures
of your thighs
a dream in the pale blue
destiny of November's eyes
and a wakening surprise
L.:}{: L
