The collar slips down
Her shoulders' swerve...
Titillating the skin,
Caressing her curves.
Stroking my senses,
with your fragrance sublime.
The hem brushes carelessly
against her silken thighs,
Which awakens my soul,
building an inferno inside...
As I play along the soft fabric
of your favorite linen white..
I let it envelop me,
carrying you to the far ends...
To the rythm of your burning breath and the way it leaves me...
undone!
YOU ARE READING
Words From The Infinity...
PoesíaBeyond description beautiful she moves Like heav'nly Venus, 'midst her smiles and loves...