Of supple grace Her body sings; Each exchange A symphony Of fleshy notes And desires Naturally divine. My eyes explore The white shores Of her supple lips; As my hands beg To discover Each tiny freckle Each tiny moon Gracing his Hungry universe. He tastes of her; Embracing her Sweet honeyed lips And quenches His thirst By drinking In her need Growing drunk From molten Enslaved debauchery And the eruption Of their dynamic Volcanic passions. Agile bodies Of singing sins And sultry flesh, A woman divine Worshipped by man.
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I would buy that album… ha!
Sounds like a symphony. So beautiful.
A woman divine
Worshipped by man.
Truth be told, angry as men may be-
of a woman’s divine harmony…
Wow! I had to fan myself as I read this. Now I’m off to take a cold shower. LOL. Very tantalizing! 🙂