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MY SULTRY VALENTINE
Your vision comes to me;
you've answered my heart's prayer.
Yours is SUCH love to see!
my God, your eyes are fair!
In peaceful sleep tonight --
beside me -- you rest there.
I stir, then trace your sight :
my God, your limbs are fair!
Sweet bounty fills my arms,
floods senses, sweeps the air,
frank, full, and sensuous charms ;
my God, your frame is fair!
Our tryst, sworn without oath,
no blood-vow holds more care.
Where words and kiss dwell, both :
my God, your lips are fair!
Come, seal our ardor's pact,
draw soul through lips as air;
four lips blend, twain in-fact :
My God, your kiss is fair!
'Midst reveries sublime
we find lust's pledged affair.
Our earth moves! Suspends Time :
My God, your passion's fair!
Time lingers -- dare we breathe?
Your pulse is all I hear.
Take my heart's core, unsheathe :
My God, your heart is fair!
Suspend my will in yours!
"Touch there, kiss there, fill there!"
One moment lasts - - - seems hours!
My God, your body's fair!
Sweet melancholic dreams,
The plot! Your heart’s affair,
Beyond what “common” seems.
My God, your mind is fair!
Your lines from wrists to breasts
You offer –- I’m their heir!
Fair, precious mounds, sweet clefts,
My God, you pirouette fair!
Soft, willow-lissome legs,
from toes, calves, thighs, your flair
I trace, I taste - - and beg!
My God, your dews are fair!
Sweet heat, moist labial pores,
damp fur, held breaths, deep lair
tongue nestled-flame explores!
My God, your bud’s so fair!
A monument you've raised,
as one you've brought our pair.
No morsel goes misplaced.
My God, your gender's fair!
Taut, arched you rise to love.
Soft moans, soft mounds, soft hair,
Lust’s finger probes each move;
My God, your structure’s fair!
Soft, moist, warm lips seek me,
silk-laced tongue circling flare!
Trembling, hungering refugee:
My God, you kiss it fair!
In us lust builds its pitch!
Our ears can scarcely hear!
Sweet Beasts! Driving the itch!
My God, we convulsed fair!
Turn over, find fresh flesh-
to-flesh. I kiss your hair,
probe heat-in-heat-in-pulse;
my God, you are ALL fair!
I strive to touch your heart,
From nape to your soles, bare,
I eat each hungering part!
My God, your menu’s fair!
Sighed kisses fill your ears,
caress swirled orbits there,
hands mold your blushing pears.
My God, your laughter’s fair!
I knead yours, you knead mine.
Such after-glow, this pair!
Each tryst seems the first time!
My god, your method’s fair!
Rehearsed by nights, learned, taught,
by day Love's atmosphere
continues this sweet thought:
" 'Tis all who love are fair! "!
