wild thoughts
Wild thoughts
The sun was honey, dripping warm on her skin,
A golden glow that beckoned the day to begin.
Full lips that glistened, smooth as fresh butter,
Inviting whispers, soft as the flutter.
Curious body, a canvas of grace,
With curves that entwine, a perfect embrace.
Perky and bold, those delicate peaks,
A testament to beauty, a language that speaks....
The sun was honey, dripping warm on her skin,
A golden glow that beckoned the day to begin.
Full lips that glistened, smooth as fresh butter,
Inviting whispers, soft as the flutter.
Curious body, a canvas of grace,
With curves that entwine, a perfect embrace.
Perky and bold, those delicate peaks,
A testament to beauty, a language that speaks....