Written by Steven Clapp and Hastywords

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.