I am a purple silken veil aloft in the wind I feel your essence drawing me to where you are I wrap myself round your frame,sensing your spirit that's untame I slowly slip past your hip and slide down your thigh like a meter I sense you quiver and hear you sigh you've never felt this kind of sensation,I am unique designed to cause elation you want to grasp me but you can't, when I feel you start to pant, I know you're reaching fruition,with a kiss I float away on a breeze leaving you in a state of bliss
Salomé had a few of those, wear one for me and nothing else and I will comment, review...anything you want, just let me see that veil go slowly down as this poem caresses my heart.
Georg
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
Georg
Peace,
Bill
Love Tinka
Dreamy are your brilliant
words created within your mind
Love & Peace
William
Thanks,
Dan
Soft. A delicate whisper of verse that will touch long after having being felt/read. PERFECT. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Adding this to the Eileen Files! :)