in the glass, the sea
slime at high tide, black bollards bob
a flash of thigh, his tongue follows
glints of honey, faint echoes
pass, fade, silence
between beats, caught in faith
fingering strings, notes drop ripples of
past fondling, broken, beads bouncing
A dust pan Rose, the priest is lost in spirals
Filed under: Rose
WOW! So sensual…….lovely, delicate, it disrobes itself.
some beautiful bubbles
dolourous and full
Jo, no matter how he polishes, the reflection remains.
Bee, until they pop, the rainbow entrances.
Rose
xo
Lovely sad swaying song, beautiful and a touch melancholic, longing, beautiful,
Another good one, Rose;: lusty, sweet, & different. – Mimi. xx
Grasping Ginga, always running up stockings, seeking.
Mimi the differences between lust and sweet collide.
Rose
xo
I love the way this sways Rose… it is hazey in a schmoozy accepting way – perfect for the Orchid Room. Perfect.
Narnie, thank you for your swaying.
Rose
xo