Love Sonnet LXXXI
I watch the full moon
rise outside my window,
its beams slowly reflect
across your naked skin.
You stir some, sigh, as my
fingers caress gently patterns
across your breasts. Yaraa,
let me love you like the
gently rains of Springtime
as it plays upon your
pleasure garden, and the
melody of your heart. My far
away lover, dream of me,
warm this old soul tonight.
Aztec Warrior / redzone 3.28.206








this is so sensual. Very nice;))
From the moon to the imagery in touch and plea, this is pure, beautiful seduction