Let my ears taste ⁓
Such images God made for me,
and gave me sight that I might see.
You still my breath, and my heart, too,
and swift them both away to You.
Warm lips of mine trail down your back,
Nothing of You, to me, you lack.
The perfect woman built for me,
soars my imagination free.
I close my eyes, hear your soft call,
my thoughts are that I want your all.
I take your clothes and lay them down;
lifting you up, we dance around.
You feel my warmth against your skin;
we let the throes of love begin.
Like gentle breezes o’er the land,
the touches of my manly hand.
As over you my strong hands trek,
wrap your arms warmly ’round my neck.
I want to dive into your eyes,
to slip between your velvet thighs.
To hear you gift your tender sighs,
as I enjoy your treasured prize.
Fit every curve into my own;
let my ears taste ⁓ your joyful moan.
Richard W. Jenkins
© 18 Jan 2026
Beautifully penned, Rascal. A very passionate write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Hoi hoi @Richard,
Hope this finds you well?!
The master’s rapier cuts through air and words. And this is the wonderful result.
Love it to bits!
Kind regards, Gus