Sunday, October 22, 2017

Candle

He has this feeling to her, the way he moves against the light... his shadow bumping the window frame in the flicker of candles ...

Yes he more than welcomed her into his arms as she waved into motion like a tide rushing in the ocean! her scent like chopped hemp and caromillion.. Her love like a hot curry ... succulent moist and filling.

Her body filling his like a cupp of hot coffee in the morning; filling and warmly satisfying as it was sipped over his hot tongue.

He slid that thought into his mind deeply as he moved in motion with her in the act of desire and love
her pulse quickened; Her motions satisfying her whim,

His mind moving over his troubles like fish swimming in the deep blue sea; they slipped away; to dance in the surf spray like hot oily dolphins

Dancing in the spray; the gentle peace of spring in the air! her middens like warm oiled fire as her leavings sprayed the ocean like molten silk,

Like dolphins at play; giggling as they both moved in the final act of the motion deep & moving!

Spraying in the surf like a fine spray of gees to all the winds in the trumpet of their release...

(c)DL

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