Zenith....Reverse Italian Sonnet
Feather breath warmth, with voiceless words
Promising eyes, soft with loves surrender,
Tongues tickle belly sides, with soft spoke tips
Spoken by those eyes with shining chords
Softly a lovers hand slowly tiptoeing there,
So much arousal of pleasure from those lips.
A perfume splash on ivory mounds,
Or between, or there, where blush wine
And colours melt swirling shapes divine,
Creating heartbeats and throbbing pounds.
Thighs brush, whispers, a deeper voice
Stockings discard, and scented winds drift
Across shimmering pools, in passionate shift
Moon glow colours become the loving choice.
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