your poetic words always excite me
pastel pictures painted with sighs
and framed with the heat of passion
i want to know the secret places
of your mind and your body
yes, sweet woman, your body
for your words have aroused
so much more than my curiosity
your fragrance drifts across miles
over lonely mountains and oceans
into the center of my imagination
where flowers are married to musk
and i want to inhale you up close
feel your hair slip between my fingers
and your skin heat with my caress
i can’t prevent my need to touch you
but it’s your sweet taste i crave
the flavor of your tongue on mine
the salty sweetness of your skin
the nectar of your love drenching
my face and beard as i gently
pull apart your delicate petals
and taste you, again and again
until my craving is finally satisfied
I once dated a girl who stank of pickled onions. It turned out that she worked in a chip shop, and she used to rush off from work to see me and forget to shower and do the teeth bit! I never forgot her smell.
very delishious words you describe for us here in "Your Taste"
beautiful words like a carriage of passionate promise
"your fragrance drifts across miles
over lonely mountains and oceans
into the center of my imagination
where flowers are married to musk'
Oh This Is So Very Stiking!!
Peace & Blessing 2U Don
Vickie
Great poem. steve chering
beautiful words like a carriage of passionate promise
"your fragrance drifts across miles
over lonely mountains and oceans
into the center of my imagination
where flowers are married to musk'
Oh This Is So Very Stiking!!
Peace & Blessing 2U Don
Vickie
Vesna..
ps saved this one..
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.