Through sleepy eyes, and starlit skies,|
She softly looked at me,
With beckoning arms, and sensual charms,
I wondered how it could be,
That this man’s bliss; is in her delicate kiss,
She loves me as much as she can,
Each time we’re together, I know it’s forever;
When she whispers “you’re my man”
Then we hold on tight, love all through the night,
As we feed these burning fires,
And our hearts beat fast, wanting this joy to last,
Through the zenith of our Sensual Desires.
Another poem from the 'Desires' series
See them all in my Bookcase.
For the 'Brain Tease 6' Challenge.
'D E A L T I C E ' = Delicate,
in my poem: Sensual Desires
© 2011 Tracey
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