J Ann Crowder

A mid-summer day presents it’s fire-eyed touch preluding hot, dappled skin and beads of sweat drawing lines down my inner thighs
June bugs hum a sultry sound, as prickly pear fruits ripen a royal red, thus desired of hearts’ quickening with lust and love-lost in seas of romantic combustion and desires
Awakened are bold and ignite-ly colors enamored in our longing eyes’ sharpened edges
A summer’s green brightened by a nectar’s germinated delectables swelling with sweet, dulcet juices—tongue raptured and tantalized senses
Turned burgundy wine, with hot reflections as love sunk passions collide
Beneath cotton on pillowed bed silks
A welcomed coolness sooths body
Wandering hands touch, igniting soul-songs and thunder beings
His warm presses of lips move withal a paradise of senses striking my cords thus enlivened—leaving  his mark, over and over again
Consuming the very flesh of me

August 4th, 2018

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Robert L. Martin
almost 3 years

P-A-S-S-I-0-N-A-T-E B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L

Nelson D Reyes
almost 3 years

You had me the first three lines. Completely consumed by the last line! Such fiery love encounter, nothing short of total reciprocal surrender the most passionate and beautiful love one can experience. Blissful!

“...no barriers for a soul to transcend another between Eros archeried beings...” from one of mine.

I love it when you write with abandon! Thanks Jenifer. Fave. Love.

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