i sing the porcelain face

she kisses me where i wake up 
in summer rain under
maple tree leaves, droplets
of golden sun in each
to touch our nakedness
i run my palm down
her skin, my fingers to 
brush a porcelain
face, eyes breathe into
our souls;

braids her auburn hair as flowers
wake to taste breezes
dancing through light, i 
cover her loveliness with
pink roses, she strokes my
affection, i lay her 
down, i feel the 
warmth of nudity,
of tenderness,
we are one; 

i sing the porcelain face, she
gravitates as i cum
lips pressed hard where
love awakens, her hands
deep in my back
breasts pushing into
my chest,
my hand encircles
she whispers softly,
“i love you… “

Copyright © 08/16/2013 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®


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