Your mouth like chocolate
I bite you with my lips,
My hands like the butterfly
They settle on your hips.
My eyes like the sunrise
Your body is the valley,
My tongue, a starving traveller,
Your thighs they are the galley.
The air is moving slowly
With exactness we combine,
I like the unending thirst
And you the sweetened wine.
Copyright © 2017 Grant Fenton – All Rights Reserved
Inalienable Write 
Wow!!
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do you like it?
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Oh yes.
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I’m glad. Thank you for saying so. It is such a buzz to get great feedback.
Regards
Grant
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Lovely and truly sensuous.
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Thanks Ivor
Glad you like it.
G
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