The garden dimly lit with the coital candles
A maiden comes to sit in her golden sandals
Caress of silken pillows a sweet herbal scent
Opaque drapery billows with sensual intent
Virginal averted eyes shyly inviting the guest
As a winged heart flies the vulva is undressed
Gently holding the cups of pale rounded flesh
Then taking small sips as the fingers enmesh
Warm melting sighs and clenching of the hips
Embrace of the thighs as sweet nectar drips
Tapping at the door of the soft libidinous lip
Opening a little more and entering just the tip
Tasting like the seas brimming cups of Zen
A blending of the teas where new lives begin
Bronze trophy winner
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a good poem, very soft and gentle with the ripples of movement. 
