Love With a Kindred Soul

……one who touches with fingers gentle,

Her kisses are sweet and moist.

She shall have her fill of me,

The beauty who titillates,

Inundates my every thought,

Whose every thought I invade.

Love with a kindred soul,

Lost in her embrace, as

she loses herself to my ecstasy:

to the world mutually forgotten,

buried in her bliss and her bosom.

Wanting and wanted,

Barely sated, feelings transcendental.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s