Voice Of Spring.

It is this deep desire of mine, to so gently run my fingers and fingertips along all the subtleties and blemishes of your form, all of your contours, imperfections, dimples, dips, and quirks,...touch, massage, and caress,...that never truly sleeps.

Kiss on the Neck,

Kiss on the Cheek.

Arms around your Hips,

Hands rest on your

Tush,

Pull You in closer,

closer still,

Squeeze, tug. Gentle

Pull,

Of your hips closer to Me.

Subtleness,

Purple, yellow. Blue. And

Green.

Colours of Spring.

Nuzzle our noses,

Cherry blossom petals,

Quiet

afternoon breeze.

Lips softly

Depart.

My gaze into Yours,

Hands wrapped gently around my Waist,

Gives your Tush another gentle,

Squeeze.

Quietness, solitude,

Softness in your eyes,

Delicate,

As the cherry blossoms in The Breeze.

Quietness of your

Gaze, upon Me.