My Mediterranean Dove
Her beauty's free flowing soft vanilla hips..
Velvet cream, gliding joyfully above my lips
Daylight peeking past the shades her breast
My tongue tasting our love these eyes gazing
Chasing butterflies floating by her cries gentle
Warmth caressing my kisses glistening she sips.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2012
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