I am your hunger,
taste my desires.
Feel me,
caressing strokes upon strands of spun gold.
Scents of Rosewater,
bathes softness of skin.
Embrace so close,
curves of womanhood wrapped.
Thoughts in waiting,
ever wishing for the moment.
Lust mirrors first meeting,
we delved into submission.
Love flourishing in folds of satin,
lightly we glide to the wings of passion.
Whispering....












All the best in the contest but with this you shouldn't need it 
23 old applause
