Imagine Poem by Candice Witherington

Imagine soft, full lips and pink tongues dancing the dance of seduction.

Imagine warm red-hot pale skin presses against my soft milky white flesh in the fervent heat of passion.

Imagine salty sweat that drips from our bodies like a soft summer rain.

Imagine womanly nectar like liquid satin that flows as hands begin to explore secret places.

Imagine manhood that grows red hot like molten steel as moist lips and hot mouth stoke the fire within.

Imagine soft cries of ecstasy, gentle moans of pleasure, and a breathless whisper of desire that is the language spoken by us tonight.