Darling, your lips are overwhelmingly inviting
Wow! I can feel the impulsive sparks igniting
Synchronized magnets are in place
This is a hair-tingling embrace.
The attraction’s a revolving door
Imagination is not for me
With you, I’ve been down this road before
It strips me down immediately.
Sensitive but not fragile
From the inside out, you’re beautiful.
Often you act surprised
Asking, is this normal?
How can I not have the butterflies?
Notes entered into a journal.
The laundry room – active
Cotton, lace, spandex tumbling
Moisten lips hold me captive
Your randy husband’s forever crumbling.
Published on April 06, 2018
Lonely Girl ...
She said, René Would you like to stay- the night? I’ve such a greedy appetite.