I lie among tasseled brocade, enhale the passion love has made
I feel your form break through the air and suddenly, you're standing there
I sense your shadow, grab my brush, I draw a line of love for us
The form with sabled bristled flow is tribute to the love that grows
The next smooth stroke is your eyes, appear half closed, my passion flies
Just then a flow of fuller lips, bend to collect your kissing sips
Bristled golden moonlit night, shines upon this passion bright
Added blues to softer shades, deep within where pleasure's made
Hidden down with treasures deep awaiting plunges, fluids creep
Deep within the sweep of red, nerves launch flesh to breath instead
Keep the rhythm hearts partaking, color hunger as it wakens
Oranges and magentas flowing into fruity peaches glowing
Flesh tones fading then turn rosy, flash of mountain laurel poseys
Dandelion, yellowed hair, titanium porcelain, skin so rare
Kissing dots upon each ripple, hardened berries of crimson nipples
Billowed melons flesh so sweet, tender juices, a lover's feast
Legs of salmon-colored skin opening where love begins
Freckled, seinna spots, laced about with passion, hot
The absolute and firm request from eager urges, better, best
Legs entwined once they merge licking smells and arching curves
Sensual flames that beg "Come Near!" Gently passion speaks, "I'm Here!
Opened vees that hug your line ,splashed on juices... bold to fine
Sketched with colors of their fashion, glowing canvas, sabled passion.

Author ~ Susan Kathryn de Vegter

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