Pleasures She Wore
Your skin glows like a peach blossom,
Delicious as the smell of Lotus Flower,
In the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises with yours,
Feminine is her voice and she leaps like a panther
By just the whisper of your name.
Evening ascends in on the essence of wind.
Your vision of beauty calms me within,
She has a delicate lacy teddy she wears.
I'll carry it into the twilight of the star's dreams,
Plus, I'll hold it next to my heart.
I am filled with hope that I may,
Dry your tears of honey with my heart.
My mouth waters for her temptations,
Reminded of her kissing lips.
In the hush, I listen for her whimper,
With small moans of delight, she craves.
Her female burns with a desire,
Inside, her passion of deep,
Exploding with contentment.
She breathes inside my soul!
She's flushed to her cheeks,
She begins to rise to its cusp
I await the crystal moonlight, for her
Her seductive body that we taste as one.
Inside her warmth,
I search over her female.
I search for her gloriousness,
The sensual side of her nectar bites!
R.I.P., Shannon, I love you!
Copyright ©
William Darnell Sr.
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