sweetly fallen -

to swim the seas Egyptian cotton, deep we plunge the pillows as our passions creep the bedclothes and our limbs twist in a heap creating naughty games to help us sleep or brace the bastions of our carnal keep and if our egos, spent, come up for air we plunge the pillows as our passions creep and dive for deeper urges ... if we dare. such flavor tempts a corporeal crush your honey, sticky sweet, my sugar rush ignites my body with its fevered flush a feather of your wing to gently brush upon your cheek, a kiss of even's blush as daylight bleeds to death upon the sky your honey, sticky sweet, my sugar rush will prove its spicy savor in your sigh. oh, angel, how delicious is thy fall? ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Standard Contest Number 55" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Rhyme Time II Poetry Contest", Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor.