Love You Lusciously
Darling, your little lamb dressed naughtily in lace
lies here languishing endlessly on satin sheets,
with loosened locks spread upon a silken pillow case.
I sail into a day-dream land where I think of what I miss:
the ripple of your gentle laughter, the scintilla of your smile,
which send me to a lavender and lilac scented place of soulful bliss.
I imgaine your soft eyes, alluringly light blue,
your lashes that lightly brush my blushing face,
And your dulcet voice calling, “Let me make sweet love to you.”
Mesmermized by magic, I’m revolving with delight,
maddeningly loving you, I’m lilting. You’re my moon.
In your illumination, I am floating in your light.
Dreaming of your smooth lips moving marvelously on mine.
Like licking the meringue on lemon pie, so succulent.
My wine, my mint julip, the elixir I imbibe – you are sublime.
Here I am , your little lamb, yet dressed so naughtily.
Hurry, Darling, let me fall upon you and love you lusciously.
March 30, 2018
Now for PD's 'Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems)' Contest
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Andrea Dietrich
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