We are sent
A tide each day
It washes in
It takes away
There is an end
To every start
You can hold the love
But not the heart
Life is carried by
A Summer breeze
To which we all
Must be released
Life is fragile
Light and fine
Let it float away
Like dandelion ...
Love is not
A prisoner of time
1/1/2014
Kittenish
Straight from the fray
Fresh from the bed
Naked and languid
Creamy hips draped
In creamy silk
Penetrated, devoured
Erotically oozing
Musk and emotion
And life and cum
Grounded angel
Bare breasts and belly
Caught
Shyly admiring
Her ravaged reflection
"I feel quite wanton" says she
Never have I seen
Anything
More erotic
And impassioned
Never have I
Desired
Like this before