One last mutual exploration of Bacchanalian delights.
One last waltz thru the verdant gardens of each other's mysteries. One last awakening, in the cloud of nameless
pleasures, that we shall only know,at the height of boundless release...
I want to seek and find that garden,where all your secret
yearnings bloom.Lie quietly and think upon this, and whisper to me the sensations that quiver thru your womanhood
From a friend, who can very well
be a poet of endless love poems, and
yearnings. Thank you for sharing!!
Nice. But there will be another, I bet.
Enjoyed this a lot.
H