SUN…
that she reaches for so fondly
strokes with delicate pure fingers
with soft silken hands she lingers
draped in cascades cross her bosom
its warmth like sunlight on her shoulders
as she tingles with excitement
surrendering to its touch
MOON…
that enfolds her lithe languid essence
that fondles her like moonlight
as she ascends the stairs each night
the plush and luscious fiber
that rises on her breasts
with each soft and subtle sigh
each deep impassioned breath
EARTH…
that glides her naked form
on those vivid autumn evenings
enwraps her body warm as sunlight
then chills and thrills in shivers
as she opens it ‘neath moonlight
and swoons hushed smouldered gasps
carried off in earthly pleasures
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rob kistner © 2023
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