Polinate the nectar of my vineyard

Rejoice in my
Swelling henna clusters
Delight in the allure of
Wine rubies that blossom
from almond to rose

alight softly
the sweet grapes hardening
‘neath diaphanous silk laced pastel.
Slip them free
for your delight

The transcendental touch
of your scented beard
rests tender on
the milled softness
of my navel.

Savor my talents
Yearn for me, caress
with slowly rising tempo
my firming aching apples
and let me drink of your fountain

delight in my wine.
Remove the dancing silks
and sip beneath the
diaphanous chalwar.
Sup on my sweetness.

Excite the satin ocean
writhing above
your aching virility
Be swallowed in the refreshing
dew of my moistening flower.


Your shimmering delight
Opens my nectar
In dancing tender
creaming peach intoxication.
Taste me, desire me,

I Surrender to every
exquisite wave of
silken sensitivity.
Fill me with your
Milken soul.

Pleasure in my delight
Taste of me as I
taste your silken touch.
Fill me with eyes
Of desperate desire

Souls as one,
remind me we are forever!
Pull me closer
and pollinate the
nectar of my vineyard.
- opus125