I lie among tasseled brocade and enhale the passion love has made
Then feel your form break through the air and suddenly you're standing there
I sense your shadow then grab my brush and sketch a line of love for us
This form where sabled bristles flow is tribute to the love that grows
The next smooth stroke is your eyes, they seem half closed, my passion flies
Just then a flow of fuller lips to bend and collect your kissing sips
Bristled golden moonlit night...shines upon this passion bright
Added blues to softer shades, deep within where pleasures' made
Hidden trove with treasures deep awaiting plunges fluids creep
Deep within the sweep of red nerves launch flesh to spew instead
Keep the rhythm hearts partaking and color hunger as it wakens
Oranges and magentas flowing into fruity peaches glowing
Flesh tones fade 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 this 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
Caressing flames that beg "Come Near!" gently passion speaks, "I'm Here!
Opened vees that hug your line splashed on juices...from bold to fine
Sketched with colors in their fashion, glowing canvas of sabled passion.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
John
Well done Susan.
Hugs
Fee
Love Tinka
Love, Pierre
An explosion like the artwork.
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.