Passions

Our body's fire sparkling
with passions hungry
aching to suck full
All the intriguing moments
from our tongues' embrace
thirsty for the pulse
that beats its welcome lust
on the roof of our mouths
as we drink the champagne
like flowing juice
That cascades from our swelling lips.
like rushing water
dripping on our swelling breasts
lubricating our senses
swelling our rushing passions
fuller and harder
in our welcome torture as we float
on the fluid of our eternal love
drinking in the heady whispers
spoken by our married souls.

Last night

Last night I slept with you
and sailed by your side,
Clutching you firm
my mast seeking its harbor
drowsy, That tangled scarlet crevice
sought solace in my hands,
like dreams wet promise under
silent sheets, kisses flowered,
wet tongues making music lubricating
the entrance to heaven,
With a secret throbbing liquid that softens
our hungry tongues where we sing.

Les Quatre Seisons

Yes, I can hear the music that binds the soul
with its silken thread,
I can feel it calling in the velvet time as
I lay in my bed,
Touching you and me, forever bound with its
Magical thread,
Till you and me be one in Autumn, Winter, Summer,
Spring,
Warm lips saturated in that rare wine that
only our melody brings.

Secret hunger

I think of you when the Champagne tongues
of the sea whispers to me with her autumn breeze,
Her innocent calling telling me your secret hunger,

Some delicious passion erupts from with in,
as she caressing my hair, speaks your whispers,
across the void of ancient distance, that separates us,

The autumn breeze floating fragrance, joins in the ritual
moan of pleasure,
seeking tactile touch, hungry for your soulful embrace,

Knowing that this delicious hunger that erupts with in us
can only be quenched by the entwining body's moans of
pleasure as we perform our ancient rite.

Eden's Quest

If contentment be a place,
then mother nature here did rest
and scatter all her easel to
the trees,
In her other Eden's Quest.

Astral flight

Could it be that you and me in Astral flight
did meet in your room in the velvet of the night?
And did your hands become mine on your breasts,
did those hands move till your breasts were a full,
Did your heart pound till you were drunk with your body's fill,
full swollen in the morning light aching, searching for the spirit
of the night,
To return and play till called away in Astral flight, by the morning
light.

The Tub

I see your wet breasts
in the tub,
Fingers think their fairest thoughts
in their silken glide,
To span hungry, hidden, waters
touching seeking,
heaven's breath waits
for candle lit sweetness,
Where pubic kisses suck hungry and soft,
Their fancied thoughts tasting bliss,
In that defenceless greeting needing release,
Beneath melted waters tongue's
drink molten sticky love.

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