Her Liquid Beauty

19 Dec


Countenance spills freely from her eyes,
like a gentle rain on a clear summer day;
it is the liquid beauty shone in her gaze,
her shimmer of vulnerability now shed;
she pours her tenderest prowess upon me,
the silk blanket of her most fragile caress,
and I am awash with soft, bathed in light;
her hands move with delicate precision,
lavishing every facet of my naked flesh,
until that moment of her pleading sigh,
when she relinquishes herself fully to me,
and we begin a dance of her liquid beauty.

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Posted by on December 19, 2015 in My Poetry



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