It's a beautiful sight to behold
The way her body melts under my touch,
My fingers sending ripples of pleasure
Across her bare skin, perfect in all ways;
Her senses dancing to the songs
My soul composes in glory of her grace;
Two artists together becoming one art.
It's a beautiful sight to behold
How vulnerable and delicate she looks,
Breaking apart and flowing all over
As I work my magic upon her,
Slow yet steady, calm yet passionate,
Two entangled souls now indiscernible;
Two lovers creating love.
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
