There’s this magic of fluttering grace,
A typical display of majestic colours,
That paints her movements in my face,
Like gently drups will eventually merge...
A soft breeze catches along my cheek,
Shivers shook up to look for this desire,
Eyes with answers will relief my seek,
That her dance will surround my admire...
Pearl wings sparkle in the morning sun,
The body warms a whispered song,
A blush on to her lips passions this fun,
As the night falls the dreams came along...
One day she was floating before my eyes,
Little screams breath in tender bliss,
A soft and creamy touch like ice,
To temper and rest less then a kiss...
Opgedragen aan: Kirsten K.