Wet Streams

The lightening doesn’t blind It Surrounds the aura Engulfed in shadows Drawing white Lace Dreams Chantilly face with pleading eyes Capturing supple Waves Smoldering pleasure Forever etched between Wet streams Of silky Erotic fantasy

In My Mind

She wears a scent Of wildflower lust Loves dancing On moonlit clouds Waves of melodies Thunder through her Like sparkling stardust In her veins Lilac petals float On a seascape of Hummingbird wings Around her gypsy glow Evoking naked moans That surround her Rebellious touch Of pure elegance