Silent comfort sighed across his lips
gawking at hips, curvaceous curves in sway;
as drips of orange marmalade played
remember our youth in his
ready for surrender memory.
His, a still-life; while sacred motion
smoothed love-potion upon their union.
Unblemished notions blossomed
into a quiver full of polished fruit.
And softest bosoms
satisfied themselves
within sated sensation;
amidst life and living by virtue of
a most cherished pleasure.
Written on Aug 11, 2009
3:47 PM
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