Open Upto Me 4
rain drop is a sphere
a few becomes pearl
changing hues on your
silent cheeks sun is on
descent chirpy birds
preparing to procreate
open upto me
ecstasy of the ocean waves
crashing into the shore
open up the bottle of your
precious wine pour me
let me drink from the forbidden
fantasies you crave for my
deep rich timber voice i sense
open up honey i crave to
cradle in the depth of your hips
open up baby and let me in
10.38 am
july 20 2016
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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