Scent of Elation...

Painting ink onto Midnights drink The touch is tender and slow Gliding pink along a skin of mink Erecting peaks in an afterglow Suckling nectar in it's gentle flow Touch the brush the canvas is fire In flaming color is the Scent Desire Elation came to take me tHere as Passion claimed my soul a dare... Remembering You... in the Wind Dripping brush in a rush of Mind Gripping crush of our bodies grind Thrusting lusting fingers entwine Tempting juice from a tongue in rhyme The scent of you is a drink I glisten Licking lips in a dream sensation Sticky tip of my brush wants more Milky drips from my Lovers core ~Your scent excites me So I'll dip a wet brush... And I'll drink what's in store...