Post by goldenmyst on Nov 19, 2018 14:08:08 GMT -6
A Cup of Heaven - Dream
Up the stairs, we go,
her with me in tow,
to a place we only know,
our cupola where she cups me
in a heavenly hold
upon my derrière exposé
where the source of my sensate being
feels the sensuality like a hummingbird
trembling under her touch
as her hands flit like wings
she writes her signature on my moons
with menthol ink using fingers as quills
to elicit an aurora borealis
dancing like ions upon my skin
Up the stairs, we go,
her with me in tow,
to a place we only know,
our cupola where she cups me
in a heavenly hold
upon my derrière exposé
where the source of my sensate being
feels the sensuality like a hummingbird
trembling under her touch
as her hands flit like wings
she writes her signature on my moons
with menthol ink using fingers as quills
to elicit an aurora borealis
dancing like ions upon my skin
