Wrapped In Honey of Her Naked Pies

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies Are memories really just our souls leaving in clouds of shimmering hot mists. And what of love and all that hot heaving or stored memories on lustful lists! Can the mind create truth from mere dregs women so beautiful your brain cries. All curves, graceful long ,long sexy legs wrapped in honey of her naked pies! Alas! Say it tis not a treasure imagined what of the deep sensations of bliss? Or her choice of lingerie in latest fashion epic thrill of that greatest ever kiss? Slay me now, if my treasures are not real. I want no world devoid of that hot night's thrill. R.J. Lindley June 6th, 1983 Sonnet, on my terms.... Note_ Too hot, was deleted, graphic details of that first night and ******** *** ************