tender skin
soft under your fingertips
the dark eyes that watch your touch
closing only when overtaken by pleasure
soft lips respond to your kiss
as the swells that reside
firm to your touch.
easing to your gentle persuasion
I reveal my delicate secrets to you
with passions sweet nectar.
my heart is precious
my spirit soars
and my love complete
when you awaken me.
Uuuuummmm I coo at the thought.... Eila this is nice. Rick
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's it, I've got to go and cool off!