Passion Flower

The lotus of our passion blossomed, petal by petal, blushing pink, caressed by moist misty morning-dew, encircled by the amorous bees buzzing in honey-sweet intoxication! Musky smell of sweat slithers in the valley of your bosom’s cleavage, heaving my dizzy head in the comfort of your lavish lap, while waterfall of your brunette tresses cascade on my flushed face. Random jingles of your silver anklets tickle my eager ears, and my kisses linger slowly sipping the sensuous wine. from the chalice of your luscious lips! As I open the curtains of your person. my butterfly fingers flutter, in anticipation. Bathing in diaphanous fog of bashfulness, your nakedness envelopes mine - and I wear you like my second skin in hunt of hidden treasures of physical pleasures! Snakes of sensuality slither in the burrows of engulfing groins as we plunge into pits of rhapsody. A stunning spectrum of erotic illusions radiates in kaleidoscopic delirium and our confluence bursts into climax of charismatic colours…