How do I tell you that you are beautiful?How your eyes rage green;
Your lips a soft pink.
How your pale breasts offer
A sanctuary for my fervent mouth.
To taste you is to rouse my hunger.
To smell you is to kindle my desire.
To touch you is to sate my fevered spirit.
How do I tell you
That your voice bathes me
In a liquescent fire.
To hear you breathe is a comforting hand.
Your whimpers like a band
Wrapped tight around my heart.
Forever bound
To never be apart.
2 comments:
To hold your hand is to know being complete without judgment or jury. Living life, but no longer alone. Our journey begins together in less then six days.
Love His Vixen
wow...so nice.
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