Tuesday, 1 January 2013
Harmonized fingers slip
supple thighs, yielding lips,
gasping sighs, silken hips,
inside the lovers temple.
Sweetened oils, velvet palms,
passion boils, loving arms,
the sopping licking lapping balms,
of fleshly gifts entrancement.
The ripples and the shuddering,
peeked nipples in the suckling,
the lightning and the thundering,
of an opiated dance.
The delicacy of honeyed tongues,
orgasmically each body comes,
to sweet rhapsodic heartstrings strummed,
to melt into a Sun.
I felt you come, and in the gift,
I kissed your silken fingertips.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Artwork: Jaanika Talts
Posted by RMP at 14:34