Guest guest Posted July 31, 2008 Report Share Posted July 31, 2008 Entry June 12 Sleep late, nobody cares what time it is.Sunday morning, coffee in bed,then love with coffee flavored kisses.And your tongue dripping honey like a ripe fig. I have been hours awakelooking at you lithely at restin the free natural way rivers bed and clouds shape.Your bedgown gathers up your full round thighs,rolls over your hips.Your breasts are snub like children's facesand your navel deep as a God”s eye. Yes, your lips match your teats beautifully, rose and rose.The hair of your arm”s hollow and where your thighs meet agree completely,being brown and soft to look at like nest of field mice.Praise be the walls that shelter youfrom eyes that are not mine! Love, not prayers shall be our offering this day.We shall praise God with absolute embraces.Our bodies shall sing him in his own incomparable tongue.Prayer is humbleness.I cannot be humble with the wealth of you beside me. Walter Benton from: This Is My Beloved Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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