Poetry from lips Whispering against my skin Time to be released *Inspired by the lovely haiku, Transition from haiku-ist and photographer, Scooj of Natural Adventures. (Remarkable painting is by the amazing Susan… Continue reading
He blew the French Horn With lips that kissed me. Superb Two finger placement *Photo from ebay.com
We lie side by side Fitting well. There will soon be Some heavy breathing
Strum me on your lap Your breath on my neck. Pluck me Hear my body sing
In a cottage house tucked in the woods, just he hears her climaxing screams.
Music to her lips Clutching his harmonica Up and down she goes
(Photo from Coup De Foudre) I gaze in your eyes waiting with abated breath as they glaze over
Unwrap me, she said He did, but afterwards thought Can I return this?