Wet with the essence of dreams,
Wet like a rain-soaked field,
With a pussy that sings of pleasure,
In between thighs, a sacred yield.
Soft bodies pressed together,
Her skin against mine,
Lost in the dance of ecstasy,
A symphony of intertwining vine.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet, Salty, Spicy
Poetry'Her body is a treat, something soft, delicious and sweet.'
