Jem Farmer

Hidden in White Lace....Cornish Sonnet III

Sweet is the hunger hidden in white lace,
And tight the bondage of a heart's desire,
The soft and silky chains hold love in place,
As lips oscillate, pleasure gently sighs
Igniting the want that is passion’s fire,
Opening the passage to sensual highs.
An invitation to worship my want,
As in her boudoir I drop to my knee,
She gently leans becoming nonchalant,
My senses yielding in her wanton state,
Embraced in the moment that sets love free,
Her pleasure is now my predestined fate.
Sweet is the hunger hidden in white lace,
Her pleasure is now my predestined fate.



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