She Came As Sweet As Spring

Her sweet spontaneous sonnet, spilled honey suckled sex upon the bed fingertips conducting mad love philosophies playfully pinching poked foreplay our affectionate nimble, naughty thumbs kneading kinky threads her beauty bathed underneath darkness where shadows dance with miniscule light she, delectable buffet for me; conceived climax as plentiful birth in passion her flank draped over my eager thigh while we count the echoes whispered from the aftermath of our ecstasy slow falling into drips where bliss leaks yet liberate the seeds of satiation