On scented twilight, the air thick and heavy with heat
Her legs dangling like a puppet off the side of the bed
Perched on bent elbows, her lips are plump and primed
Smelling faintly of daffodil soap, a fresh flower sanctuary
Gazing into her blue eyes, our legs becoming entangled
Bodies molding, hands and fingers frantically trying to please
Drinking in her sweet nectar, a moan escapes from my own mouth
Blossoms explode in magnificent cascades of living fragrant color
Collapsing back onto the bed as the heat spreads from our bellies to our fingertips

1 comment:

cjn said...

I don't know why, but I am blushing. This poem is beautiful. It tells a tale of something unique and special. Never to be forgotten.

Once again, you have a way with words.