Sandhya Suri - Washed Ashore

Whispers romance the moonlight,
you make love through the night
Beads of sweat cool in the breeze,
meandering the gaps of embraces tight

Beads of sweat cool in the breeze,
roving hands naught to cease
Sweet sighs of the sensual lips,
tug, nibble, fumble and tease

Sweet sighs of the sensual lips,
a coming closer of the hips
The mind blows, bowls,
body shudders and my heart flips.

Copyright @Sandhya Suri 2007

Sandhya Suri

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