Manacled In Black Lace

Masked maiden In lacy black frills Manacled, chained Sensuous thrills Birthday suit bare Heavenly toned Sweetened and ripe In wanting groan With her laced black fan She lures with her scent He slowly walks to her As her eyes lament She looks up to him In hungering stare As he looks down Desiring her there He offers his hand His maiden in black To rejoice in their join Passion attack To a leather couch He rests her down His dark haired vixen Lacy gowned Hands encroach In bodily roam Synchronised Heavenly home In pleasurable touch Their joys arise In welcome slide His pride inside Rhythmic rhythm Tantalising tongues Hands homing Sexually sung Perpetual in motion Writhing want Cries of caressing Her heavenly font The mix of their motion River of love Quench of two Eagle and dove Rosy complexions Flora flushed Passions hushed Pinked and blushed Couched and cosy Hunger appeased Two covered in lace In lovingly please http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love5.php