Concieved

i haven't forgotten the sultriness of your lips the infamous toss of my hips the quiet haste the unfullfilled taste that calm way the sun beamed that warm way the breeze blew softly over our bronzed form connected two souls creating another one woven silver threads clinging to my fountains lure raising tides the bayou's dance over france we both wore london fogs dripping wetness of hidden tangible desire's beckoning spirit's beyond the bottoms hush soft cheeks bare a pink blush jasper gazed beneath teal stones broken bread crumbs scrumptious skoans the best part devouring a satisfying tart a splash encounter red wines fine art given birth to this tiny needy soul on top of white linen bathe in a porcelain bowl