at night i sleep...
embraced by the scent of
warm masculinity
feel of sensitivity
sound of sensuality
I...
Sleep He...
Creeps closer His...
Hands
smolder the fire
within the abyss of my
flaming love
thirsting for the sweet taste
of my bosom...
he takes a sip
I...
quiver
at sensations of cool flesh
engulfing the eyes of my breast
milking...
...suckling nature's finest
At...
night i sleep with
him etching tatoos of cantelope kisses on
lips
WE...
speak in tongues MY...
taste buds dance in delight like
a fete'
in my mouth
at night i sleep with
whispered
prayers
blessing and protecting his African princess
and the love they share
at night i sleep...
with empty space beside me
til my dream becomes
REALity.
(c) essenceofaminata 2002
embraced by the scent of
warm masculinity
feel of sensitivity
sound of sensuality
I...
Sleep He...
Creeps closer His...
Hands
smolder the fire
within the abyss of my
flaming love
thirsting for the sweet taste
of my bosom...
he takes a sip
I...
quiver
at sensations of cool flesh
engulfing the eyes of my breast
milking...
...suckling nature's finest
At...
night i sleep with
him etching tatoos of cantelope kisses on
lips
WE...
speak in tongues MY...
taste buds dance in delight like
a fete'
in my mouth
at night i sleep with
whispered
prayers
blessing and protecting his African princess
and the love they share
at night i sleep...
with empty space beside me
til my dream becomes
REALity.
(c) essenceofaminata 2002