Your hair was more than beautiful

            It shimmered when the  sun rose

            Sunset it was blacker than black

                             Black as coal

                                 ChaRcoal

                                 Your skin 

                            had the texture

                                      of

                               Eastern silk

                          When I kissed you

                   I was kissing the finest lips

              Lips that have a story of their own

              Only your lips are inviting, exciting,

                          passionate to me  

                  Your eyes are my passage

                                 to your

                                   soul

                      Curiosity was lurking 

                                behind

                        Those dark eyes

                                  of

                           ChaRcoal                                                                                           

                     I  turned to you
               kissing you passionately
               you return that passion
          I ask you to touch my desire
           your firery hands made me
                           shiver 
          you touch me here and there
                   ever so slightly
           as you travel up my highway
                        you pause .  .
           looking at me as if it was 
          the first time you saw me
                   I start to blush
           my desire is flowing out
        your hands fondle my jeans
            you tug on my zipper
            slipping your relief
              inside my cavern
        your firery tool massages
           my desire outwardly 
                 then inwardly 
         moaning, I feel the lava
       erupting from my cavern 
       it feels like it will never
                      stop .  .  
           

Originally: 05/27/08     Deborah L. Vaineo

Edited: 11/26/09