Infinite Pleasure
Confection for the sweet-tempered.
A succulent, mouthful of mirth;
Only I could show you measured
Pleasures of warm infinite love.
Luscious sunny golden honey,
Aureate caramel apples,
Scattered across heavens chapel,
Splattered on ole buttermilk sky.
Set free from its mishap entrap
Enchantment veil of pea soup fog.
Lead into sheer, clear crystalline,
Wet river, and quench your thirst, dear.
Embrace the taste, drench in pleasure
Of deep warm, tender leisure love.
Tuck away in blushing showers,
Bright glow rainbow gushing flowers,
Seasons of warm and cold soft sheets,
Cling tight to unbridled passion.
9/21/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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