Comments about Karen Delaney
Sultry scents of evening darkness chase the crisp vivacious day.
And like a lover his hunger reaches out to embrace.
Caressing the earth with a yearning deep, he touches.
Warm and softly wet, with the knowing of ages, he lays.
Upon her deepest valleys and high into her greatest peaks,
he whispers of unending love.
'Til softly she surrenders with a wisdom grace,
Devoted to her nurturing, her wildness soothing, she rests.
Echoes of his embrace, sweet breath of her pleasure,
run like fire across her soul.
Dewdrops from her weeping softly and ...