Feb 14, 2006 22:38
In the Absolutist government of scent
She reigns as queen, her odor superior to
Clean white sheets, green trees, or chlorine
She reeks of fresh snow
And Im lucky to wake with it on my pillow.
Im done with her scent, now move to the neck
Long and slender, giraffe like
I could spend two days kissing and investigating
Feeling her pulse on my lips.
Descending to her breasts, protecting her heart
Soft warm and malleable, just the sight excites
But to smooch a nipple and see her smile
Intensifies my desire to continue the exploration of
Her naughty continent, amidst a deep sea of
Love juices and scattered clothing.
Continuing my downward journey,
My tongue stopping only to probe her navel,
I renew my quest for what lives slightly lower.
An organ mysterious and beautiful, welcoming with
A taste I would define: Scrumptious.
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we must have been rhinoceres or birds or something before. I'm glad that I finally found him again.