Saturday, May 21, 2011
In the light of her soft touch
To touch her
mascaraed eyes, kiss
her gentle lips, softness
runs through fingertips.
Golden hair, blonde
bodies touching, smoothness
breast against my cheek
touching the forest where dreams
are made, her legs dressed up
toes painted, naked for me
to see, just me, she holds herself
all made up so I may bask
in the light of her soft touch,
kissing her hand touching
my cheek warming
to her gentleness...
Labels:
art,
beat,
Beatrice,
Blond,
Kiss,
Literature,
love,
lyric poetry,
sensuality,
touch
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