Wrapped In Honey of Her Naked Pies
Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies
Are memories really just our souls leaving
in clouds of shimmering hot mists.
And what of love and all that hot heaving
or stored memories on lustful lists!
Can the mind create truth from mere dregs
women so beautiful your brain cries.
All curves, graceful long ,long sexy legs
wrapped in honey of her naked pies!
Alas! Say it tis not a treasure imagined
what of the deep sensations of bliss?
Or her choice of lingerie in latest fashion
epic thrill of that greatest ever kiss?
Slay me now, if my treasures are not real.
I want no world devoid of that hot night's thrill.
R.J. Lindley
June 6th, 1983
Sonnet, on my terms....
Note_ Too hot, was deleted, graphic
details of that first night and ******** *** ************
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