Thursday, April 15, 2010

His Skin

(To my love...)

A deep red, blossoming through a rose bud
No…the midnight blue
A taste of chocolate; a smell; a feeling
Rich dreams, darkness unfolded
With a smoothness to die; yearn for
Licking the lips of bitter…
Oh so sweet peaches, cherries
No…wait; a strange subtleness
Some sort of angelic whisper; a breath
A soft touch; one to disappear…
Beneath the covers, melting
Yet dainty, with a bit of drizzled
Hmmm chocolate syrup and a splash of
My! Oh my! You think of it
Not to be envied, just a lust of
Sensing the passion behind…
I mean BIG! Niceeeee
Leaning toward; a heavenly temptation.

By Janeel Archer-Royer

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