In an oasis of sparkling rain
the blue birds sing...
whistling wind with it's downy touch
blows along the shadowy glim
of the meadows...
gently...
I cry out a harmonizing moan
of perpetual pleasure
wishing to the heavens
for this moment to last forever...
Opening...
unleashing the very air I breathe...
with heated fervency
you...
penetrate the walls of my defense
quilting me in your substance...
you...
consume my river of rapture
consecrating the garden between
with your succulent weapon of ecstasy...
you...
feast on my nectar
teasing the tender fruit that awaits
between my thighs
nibbling softly with delicate bites...
The soft wings of the butterflies
brushes lightly against the sky
as we create a love scene
atop and between a bed of
roses and calla lilies...
To you...
I fall...
I fall to your command...
drowning in the quick sand of loves' demands
(c) 2004 Lacretia Johnson