Erotic Mystery

Erotic Mystery poem Lionel Derbyshire The morning smells like roses The night is left behind. Two bodys rolling over organs Waiting and slithering close There are no walls To divide kisses Hearts are erotic Love is rage. The ecstasy starts Bodys grow stiff Parts are pouting. Honey flowing streaming Fearing no caveats. The morning smells like roses. The sheets they slip Sharp nails etch Every blue vein in ire Crying deep. The lips rapture The seduction myteriously. The eyes are close Hearts are pounding , Cupid is in loving brace such like Eros in blythe And Aphrodite just lushes about. Or am I just .. Swirling bordeaux.