She is whispered dreams and a restless heart,
Cannot be tamed.
Together they are fire that burns hot,
Breathing together in passionate kisses…
Her lips thirsty, pink and wet.
His firm hands, softly brush away the gauzy golden tresses that lay over her cheeks, blushing roses…
Under a thin cotton shirt her bosom heaves, breathing heavy,
his hands wander over soft breasts, trailing farther,
He is awakened, beckoned to explore her pool of pink lotus flower
sweet and enchanting,
So thirsty for a taste of this alluring gift.
PS – To My Love.