For You I Yearn

Smooth and dusty,
silky, musky,
soft winged flight of fancy,
feet are sliding through air like linen,
scent of flowers
in fairy bowers,
you know we’re all about the sinnin’
where the air
is glistening, shining,
and skin
sparkles wet with dew drops, dining
on nectar of the gods own kin…
come dance with me the wicked dance…
you know you want that
sliding silken slick lipped
kiss of death and heat
and hiss and moan against the sheets…
twist and turn
and wheel and burn…
It’s always for you I yearn…


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