Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Sultry Summer Nights

Hear the night bird call
Perched high above the sill
Gently we fall
Laughing with delighted thrill

Slow exploring kisses
Become heated strokes
Your game never misses--
And my arousal deftly stokes

Hot need fills the air
Sending sparks along our skin
Tempting hands roam everywhere
Strumming the truth lost within...

2 comments:

  1. "Strumming the truth lost within..."
    It's all fun and games until the last line and then it's something stronger, something almost but not quite desperate, something needy and real.
    Coooooool.......

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  2. Lol. Yeah, but in a good way, right?

    Thanks! :)

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