Flickering Flame
The trips I take
down your nape
are thrilling dear
when you're near
get a burst
of lust's thirst
touch of hair
erotic there
lifting it high
sensuality cry
exposing neck
a loving trek
breath hung
inspired tongue
each flick
candlestick
warmth erratic
damn, climatic.
Del Cano 2004-June
2 comments:
OOOooo...scorching! Almost a branding heat! WOW! And even more so with the graphic!
Hugs!
Chris
Smiling softly to myself.
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