Speak As The Flower Blossoms
Speak, do tell
How you like my
Sparkling blues
You look into.
My breasts;
Soft, pink, erect,
Pointing at you, love.
Adore from afar,
As I slip down to nothing
In the corner of our room.
Speak, do tell
How you like my
Golden shaved strip
Done just for you.
Drips of wetness
Escape from my
Pink petals,
Naturally
Blossomed wide
Because you did
Speak.
Copyright 2004
D.E.
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