blue yellow plumage
passerine family birds
without brassieres
Summer times gentle breeze; the sounding of the stores
French doors tubular bells; stilling my breath, her sight..
Flowing dark hair painted, almond eyes raspberry lips
Pearls in cream, her pure white skin; mesmerizing as
She passed by, upon her way unto the lingerie; satin
Velvet rose boutique; perfect her beautiful physique
Lovely, her ample breast; noticing she was searching
Through the brassieres, I made my way over as to ask
If she needed help finding something ? My heart racing
While suddenly she said, how pretty I was, and if I could
Choose for her what she should buy or, what looked best..
Slipping from her dress, my senses overcome as I locked
The changing rooms door; knowing then when she smiled
That she as myself we both, wanted much more; gliding
Her fingers through my hair, her breath upon my lips her
Taste within my mouth; sweet the ecstasy, as removing
My clothes slowly to the carpet we lay spreading my silk
Thighs her warm soft hands, while I sought the sky; sigh
Vanilla scent, perfumed cries butterfly kisses, pink delight..
Moist the petals arching her hips, sliding my tongue, deeply
Into her beauty's love; clutching, squeezing, swirling; flowing.
You do it for me, baby...
Cucumber Falls,
two sultry bodies gliding
beneath an emerald
waterfall...
chipped nail polish...deep
red...
nipple hard breasts...
Sailing at South Beach,
tossing our swimsuits into
the sea...
ultimate freedom...
my captain...
You know my fantasy about
sailors.
You're wild; you know that...?
But then, I am, too.
My bedroom, our haven...
dozens of white candles...
soft music...violet satin...and...
whipped cream...
We both acknowledge our
insatiable hunger.
You play guitar so well that
I become a puppy, licking
your devotion,
and if I cry, you become my
emotion.
You know, you've torn two of
my brassieres lately, but it's
okay...
You make me happy, baby.