do not ask me to remember
your earth shaking kiss of fire
though i cannot forget
the sweetness of your lips
the taste of your tongue
each little sway of your hips
a subtle act of seduction
each glance of your eyes
a disarming of my heart
a quickening of thoughts and body
unveiled, uninhibited
you sensuously danced for me
the only thing between us and ecstasy
transparent moonlight that lay softly
against the satin of your skin
and your refusal to allow any touch
save the caress of my longing eyes
with only a sigh you made me a servant
and enslaved me with the enticing scent
of your secret gaden of delights
until at last you became my model
and i, the artist of our pleasures
brushing your flesh, each curve
with the silver liquid of my love
ruebenisque your portrait, blushed pink
stretched taunt and wide open
upon the canvas of our tangled sheets
while we created the art of lovers
painted with the oils of our lust
hung in the gallery of our memory
Edward Rutherford is prepared to do just about anything to escape an arranged marriage to a woman he despises. But his brilliant plan to feign insanity has some rather unwanted consequences...
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
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Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Wow!
Love,
Susan
Es sueno and so are you, waves of love }}}}}}}} Barbara