Poem -
for my eyes only
in her nakedness
she wore the air
this became her compassion so felt
as she lost herself into my rhythm of movements like a Chopin piece
so gently the flow
a sweetness of love madeĀ
a delight to our show
it was a master quill to the writing
for it became an excellence ....
all the passion to every pleasure served
her eyes were upon my pupils
like her lips upon my touch the lipsĀ
no words were neededĀ
for only hisses and kisses blended
into harmonic tones of desires
to love
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Comments
Wow this is so-called the body art you want us to stare at then ha ha ha.
YES.....thank you ....sometimes the bosessssss get upset for they think its about them,,,,,,oooooo i love this art too