Enchanted 3

The silver sparkles in her smile The vermilion arch of her lips Her warm velvet chuckle The tufts of hair brooking down her spine The millions gold of her breast Ardent lust gleamed in her blush My heart tramped louder than hoofs I drooled before the shrine of her glamour The dust of passion rose fervent Lucent, glistened our intents Hooters leaned against the other's And the gale of our breaths paced to the same trill The shackles of her grip were An impalpable touch to my soul We played tint in the pink of daffodils Under the pine fern In the ochre of the sne'ky sunbeams The boughs stripped shade before The topaz sitting in her dimples Minstrel rose with every kiss The sways of ****** tinged us In the lichen, symbiotic to the fern Her buccal is a brink of honey Every kiss occupied every hole Every space in my parched heart Her kisses are rockets to isles beyond the universe A shole of butterflies wreathed garlands in whorls The raceme of matrimonial blossomed out The bride stood on the dais of my heart ----- Yes I do ----- Sighed our slugged blinks