Treasure Island

herbert guitang


Lips


A marshy dew of softness
Tender river of loving cave
A wetly cotton clay of sweet fragile
Two edges wave in deep shallows

Circling around in burning strawberry
Like coals to ignite the passion
Draw close in warm magnetism
Shutting eyes in a melting breath

Endearing palm and finger follows
Like sea falls that dig in a thrill splash
Exploring the heaven spots of wonderland
A breeze of touch in every corner of tight caress

Gripping and moving in a torrid darkly green scenes
Fresh clever lips kindle sensual electricity
Orbiting the pinkish curves down over skinny slopes

Running to and through on a mouth of volcano and inversely swallowing the firm torch.

Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014

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