Shear Delight!

The delightful touch of living skin

The feel of it’s mesmerizing touch

It’s warmth, it’s body, the silkiness of
fingers playing upon it surface with indescribable joy

Do you not feel the aura as I tickle my fingers
Upon your delicious soft, soft alluring arms

The explosion when our finger tips touch and our hearts meet

The feel of my massaging fingers upon your
succulent body

Massaging from top to bottom in enviable joy

The feel of your vivaciousness, the splendor of
your earthly beauty

The fantasizing of the mind wanting your body
ever so and for you to want me

Feel me ~ want me as I want you
Touch me in Shear Delight

Envy the touch of love for not all possess it
and regale … in it‘s splendor!

The Romantic Poet

JimEee