I drink of you

Come to me my love, let me taste of you.
Allow me smell of your parted sheets,
our bodies pressed in fleshly touch,
desire with substance, ease of thrust.
In underneath this torturous skin,
my heart still beats with pleasure gain.
The friend of life and life of friend,
from forever mixed without the shame.
Come with me my love
and allow me drink from you...........

Reviews

[LatoyaEvans]

Outstanding, very good use of imagery. Thank you!