winged spirit whispers
into the dryad of the woodlands
Infinitudes Of Love…
God of shepherd's flock
Pastures caress the scented fields
Over the Saturn rings and moons
As the nymphs dance nakedly
Within our sensual desires
Casting magical spells of lust
Upon the musky garden pleasures
Where all desirous thoughts are kissing
Under the cosmic infinitudes of love…
-gene.
Be always safe,
Karen
John
Namaste
Tony
Beautiful!
Christine