o your panties
and your sweet blossom
unfolding like the lily
of the valley
ooooh lala
la la
la la
what is desire without
the accouterments
neatly covering the pleats
of your pleasure garden
to punctuating the portrait
of your nearly naked
divine intervention
then a whisp
the sensual embrace
of flesh against flesh
unfolding like the petals
of ambrosia
your kiss
your heat
and your panties
rolling over your thigh
like egg noodles in flour
Beautifully done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Starward
raw, sensual... and written with an artist's hunger. good poem. eric