Kissing: is the silent

language of souls

that whispers

secrets of the heart

An intimate dialogue

painting love's masterpiece

in the canvas of silence

~

She whispered

“Your lips taste of dark flame

as I melt into honeyed gems

urging your hands to mould me

into a personal private doll

solely for your pleasure.”

I whispered back

“My doll is perfectly formed

with her mountains of pleasure

and a cavern of delights,

You seduce me your temptations laid out

for only me to see.”

~

It was her intent

To prepare for her Master

bare for his display

Ideate for him after his long day

Just how to swallow away

His stress of the day

To hold Him closer

than a delicate heartbeat

and take His tender breath away

with an opulent kiss.