Virtue...

Fade into you...

The pale moon hides,
as the morning peeks in
through her window,
like a silent wind,
he enters the room,

A warm breeze
caressing her skin,
whispering sweet,
sweet nothings as she dreams,
enticing her to spread her glory,

With tender adoration,
his feather touch
graces the crest,
of her succulent breast;

Overwhelmed by his thirst
to milk her desire,
he bestows a gift of gratitude
upon her fragrant flower;

The virginal spring awakens within,
her virtue, she willingly surrenders…

Author's Note

Reviews

[Simon Welsh]

Great poem and great song too.

[Quill~]

:) thank you darlin'.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A beautiful awakening Quill. A very flowing erotic but eloquent piece that describes such lovely lust and desire well

[Quill~]

:) thank you John!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You are so welcome!