They are fresh as blushes beneath peaches
yet ancient as taste and rhythm.
They open like fragrance upon throats
to burst like mists of flowers when singing begins
and glow through sweat across a new born's mother's breasts.
If I could cut into my heart, slice
away the evil I’ve been told there obviously must be,
I’d only welcome its presence,
tell it to wait its turn
and make my own love to them again.
I have never sought redemption
nor salvation nor steadfast loyalty.
I have no conception of how to deny any morality.
My angels are naked and oil themselves before me.
They glow darkly of reds and purples near a firlit pond, they
rub their tenderness into my soul.
They slow dance and feast and gaze at me and glisten.
They blow me kisses and touch to my lips lightly their nipples
for they know I love them and so they love me back
because they see I only want to be touched
and moved upon
but never, never taken.
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Oh my, this sensual voice truly likes to receive favors. Beautiful, exotic lines and I gotta love the wit at ending
This was my first visit to your pages, and I've enjoyed the first course very much indeed,I shall be back
Let the ink flow!
Blessings, Sandi
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never, never taken.....
It's an impossibility to take someone and still have them. Your muse always seems to have a peaches and cream complexion.
And kiss softly magenta from breathing fuschia winds....
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