Underneath your rib cage is where thy own heart...
entangled in a mass of pulsating emotion, tendrils...
I walked through the garden
Smile soft as I glanced at our pond...
Alluring,
golden ambrosial skin...
You dont want to sound like a recorder
I prefer to sound like one...
Touch me, kiss me,
Make me blush...
Eyes that peer straight to my soul
Reading all that is missing...
Fire burning soft,
Two snakes coiled, tension taut...
Breathe slow,
Cup her face...
His eyes are captivating and steadily pull
me in...
I open my eyes.
I touch your face...
Within moonlight, shadows meld together
fervidly planting butterfly kisses...
Within moonlight, shadows meld together
fervidly planting butterfly kisses...