Beneath a summer sky of deepened blue
with a rich sun I think of you.
Not the gentle breeze upon my skin
but the depths of lust your touch can bring.
Nor the subtle scent of purple beaded petals
No, just the way your honey voice settles.
As rays of heat warm my soul
I think of you and I feel whole.
White puffs of cloud drifting by
become your kisses on passions sigh.
Bees busy mining for their queen
whilst I struggle in earnest to keep my thoughts clean.
A penetrative stance in mornings intent
Wishes of desire divinely sent
As the summers day begins ascent
Your lust is the my only scent
embracing the curve of tender skin
As I dream of a life of luscious sin.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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