Shadows on ceilings reflecting the glow.
Appendages keeping the beat toe-to-toe
Smell of vanilla laced with perfume
Passions in order with lust to consume
Kissing sips drowning the taste of love's gift
Rising and falling the beat so to shift
Faster the cadence of love's rhythm steps
Keeping in order hips go to hips
Arms of the pleasures of love to consume
Moistures of tenderness, bodies festooned
Breaths that are baited for hearts set on fire
Sensual treasures of deep dark desire
Coming together perception the key
Flowers of love embodied in thee
Taste of perfumes from honey on tongues
Caress through the twilight bodies all worn...
Down by this love embraced from within
Erupting up from where it has been
Eyes turn to darkness looking above
Here in this boudoir jam of pure love.
You are the Master/Mistress of tasteful and succulent romance, Susan. With a gift of words that are as honey on the tongue as they are to the mind and senses; a strong sense of metre and rhythm that matches our own electro-magnetic pulses and bloodflow; and an interwoven spirituality that is threaded into the fabric of your every write, few can evoke the heady and curious mix that sexual experience and intoxication produces in our beings. Another welcome dose of loving confection from you that is as a glorious whipped up Knickerbocker Glory, complete with cherry on top! Have fun while I'm away! :)) Love, Kate xx
"Coming together perception the key, flowers of love embodied in thee" Your words are so true, So many sense and feel, yet never perceive, So many never know the fulfillment of the love of a soulmate.
and that is pure love
Holysmokes, Susan, this one melted me monitor and glasses. Whoo! HOT in here all of a sudden: and it isn't just the Red October outside! Well done. You do love so well.
Both the picture and poem are a perfect pair, I respect and admire your style and flair for the romantic.......
it takes a special heart to paint with such finess
Arms of the pleasures of love to consume
Moistures of tenderness, bodies festooned
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and that is pure love
Beautiful! Love, Pierre.
If this ain't tasty ...I don't know what is
Walt
sensuously to perfection
Peace & Love be with you
William
I wonder where the picture comes from, it's beautiful.
Best regards,
Axilea
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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it takes a special heart to paint with such finess
Arms of the pleasures of love to consume
Moistures of tenderness, bodies festooned
very visual........
big sigh
pax A