What is that I see blurred before my eyes,
but an artist’s vision of what might be.
Touches in the night melded in pastel?
Tenderness causing soft and muted cries?
In my mind I can almost hear her plea,
as his hand slides slowly between her thighs.
Though that is but one vision created here,
many more I am sure you could agree.
I’ll leave those all to you and will not dwell.
Hopefully making that perfectly clear,
and with that thought I bid thee all farewell.
With Cheer!
wonderful.. inspiring imaginations.... love it and art too...