You love my long, dark hair, it cascades and hides a garden of delight.
Beneath the veil of my long, dark hair, hide melons large and sweet,
Part the curtain, My Love and let lips and flesh meet.
You greedily partake, sampling each pink bud,
Your ardent sucking, causes my passion to flood.
You take the long silky strands and peek through the veil,
Then you release it, to watch it flow and trail.
Your lips press mine, with a throbbing kiss,
Desire glows in my eyes, beyond the aqua mist.
You kiss my wrist, with a nibbling upward motion,
This casts a love spell, stronger than a love potion.
Impure intentions are whispered in my ear,
About delightful feats in store, words I crave ro hear.
You have parted the veil and indulged upon the fare,
Then you breath in the aroma of my rose scented hair.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Fee
I must get out of the grill.
Georg
a man to the rose scented hair?
Wonderful sexy write SC..
Hugs.....