Dreams of first love. . .
Colleen I love the way you roll your head When you raise gently In early morning From our reluctant bed The eiderdown slides To reveal soft freckles On pure white skin A canvas poppy splash Bright and slim Like a phoenix from the fire You rekindle my desires Green eyes neither say yes or no Until I reach for you Then lips whisper I have to let you go There is no smoke Without lust,we giggle As you dress Then you kiss me Tell me To be at my best I count your foot steps on the stairs Till the... Sign in to see full entry.