Surrender
Rose red, her sweet mouth,
as he traces the sensuous outline
of her form,
ambrosia's nectar of the Gods
flows freely...
from the velvet folds of these
delicate petals,
glistening with the steamy fires
of this pagan night...
prurient messengers of love's
truest desire,
he masterfully unfolds her nubile
being unto his...
as she melts so completely,
into his lips of passion.
By C.M.Foster
© 2009 C.M.Foster
(All rights reserved)
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