perfect bliss - intoxication
a burning passion
of deep sensation
pale blue of silky smoothe
the gold of harvest
can only soothe
pink of dusk
and fleece of dawn
engraven lust that's never gone
the lightest touch
caress at most
desire so much
of heavens host

sleep you now
and dream this night
be lost inside
such sweet delight.
adieu,
adieu,
amen.

10/06/2005

Author's Note: This is one of my earliest works. I don't know if I like it- but I felt the need to post something erotic. I'm currently hot-blooded. I remember trying to be as delicate as I could in describing the intimate anatomy female body. Thus, 'pink of dusk' and 'fleece of dawn'.

Posted on 10/07/2005
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