Her Sexy Little Dark Red Elfin Lips

She lay there, silent and still, in a falsified sleep, As her hands danced that tangible love with her blanket. The blink on her lips told me all of her secrets, For my eyes she was a submissive ripe banquet. Then her inviting arms opened to pull me in closer, Closer to her little dark red elfin lips. And she kissed like a robin promenading her lover, Clutching my everything with hushed fingertips. We created deep truthful love, all into the night, The moans and the groans and the roar. All over the room, all over the house, All over the cold kitchen floor. My lover lay there silent, in her falsified sleep, Always waiting for her master to awake her. With a kiss from her knight, on her lips to ignite, She is my dame and I’m her monsieur. Written a year ago but never entered into a contest, thought it might suit Mystic Roses Red contest.