Your Morning Light Whites

February 8, 2011

 

My funny  anglophile,

Honeychile,

I’m sure you could fit  as british

I’m sure  that could be  one big hat

You wear  in yr garden  for tea

It’s a cliché’

But   porcelain

Is the crayon I’d use for yr skin.

It’s not the naughty tickle that gets you grinning

When I kiss yr creamy creamy belly,

You forget that  it calls   with beauty.

When I kiss yr bum & backside,

You ignore that it’s more than  backthere  backside.

When i explore yr inner arm,  inner leg,

All yr  inners,  Inner faces,

Now you  know  new  inner secret places,

New,  even to you, you nude alabaster

.

& you pray I’ll stay slow

but   oh

you  go

“go faster”.

 

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4 Responses to “Your Morning Light Whites”

  1. Nomadix said

    This is deliciously erotic.

  2. Evelyn said

    “& you pray I’ll stay slow

    but oh

    you go

    “go faster”.

    YES!!! great ending. very lovely poem.

  3. namelessneed said

    I know. To be honest, I was a little nervous posting this. I’ve received some lovely feedback though. Thanx to all.

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