sultry is the night,
a haloed moon coyly hides her face
behind a fan of clouded mist
sultry are his thoughts
of her… of them together
steamy hot, he wipes his brow
and feels her influence
in his rising pulse and fantasies
that quickly gather momentum
and rush impulsively below his belt
she mambos on his memory
and catches fire to his imagination
with teasing tongues of flame
wet kisses that lick his longings
and explore his unbending dreams
sultry is the night, hot as Hades
the love they make, in his thoughts
as liquid lust trickles down his thigh
her voice carries on the night wind
intimately whispering his name
WHAT A FINE WORK, LA BELLE. ONLY YOU COULD TURN THIS BURNING 'LUSTY MOMENT'...INTO SUCH A FINE SHARING. ENJOYED, THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
This is the smoothest, hottest, don't wake me till it's over
love poem this innocent bystander has ever read. I stopped smoking cigarettes in 1984, but now I'm hooked on them again.
A story set in 10 years time where two bodies are found in the river NITH in Dumfries, south west Scotland. One is a blind musician and police informant while the other is Poppy, a young girl. It brings Mark and Carla together with different views i
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Rose
You had me mamboing on my memory...
"We danced the light fandango, turned cartwheels across the floor…"
Ron
love poem this innocent bystander has ever read. I stopped smoking cigarettes in 1984, but now I'm hooked on them again.