Dreams flower in the silence of
For tomorrow's tomorrows....
I feel his touch,
My heightened pulse
The wanton shivers,
Desirous and smitten;
The magma flows, deep in my soul;
Where his scorch of passion burns...
Embers sear, crimson,
Masquerading masked desires,
Dripping from his tongue's tip;
Sultry trickles graze upon my flesh,
A gentle sting, as fire-licks
His breath across my thighs,
A bite of ecstasy, murmur-whispering
Imprints of insatiable,
Bind me willingly,
A fiery bandage
Piercing the scorch of hungry lips
Flaming my breasts;
With breath dissolved inside a kiss...
He savours the honey
Branding his name upon my
Swelling, luscious pink…
Arching into his mouth
Unable to contain the flame
Tambourines of skin seep ecstasy,
Ripen succulence untamed...
Rainbow the thunder of my heart;
Milk and honey fuse,
As rivers of love flood my core...