A Love in Spring

by on April 7, 2013 :: 0 comments

In the smooth blackness
of the sky,
ten thousand stars
sparkle and dance,
every inch of her skin
comes alive,
curiosity hones,
tempts heights of passion
into pools of dazed wonder,
mad, marrow-deep longings
linger, her heart cradles
a new affection.

editors note:

Spring is erotica, perennial porn; flowers, stalks of wheat, your passionate partner. Like bees, we are drawn; to me, to me, to me. – mh

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