Praises to the lips

Hidden under the covers,

Pink the flesh . Pink the lovers.

Sethe as a bud waits to be bloom, Touch through the fingers, Long caresses short lingers.

Incept of warmth, Incept of thirst. Eyes were filled with a pure-pure lust.

Ridden on roses he rovers,

Smells the Skin . Smells the Soul.

Waiving Canard, Captives the Cupids bow.

Dribbles with deep groans, Trickles while utter moans.

Organs Emulate the other, Fixating fingers into feathers.

Round-n-round strokes on sugar plum . on sweet spot.

Into Buried Jewel, Into Concealed pearl lovingly held.

Smitten by wide-n-dense legs still hovers,

Opens the heart . Opens the lockers.

As parts part , As desires longs submerges skins and shells.

Loin backs-and-for, gives-and-takes love and lore.

Tongue brushes the bush, the land and lips around.

Fire grows and grows, Wildness kisses and kisses to the skies.

Fiery ore moulds, shapes the shadows exhausts in gold.

Juices, so much of Juices . Inside my throat and my back handle with bruises.

Let your lips rest and still, While I eat them and fill.