COME IN, MY LUSTY BEAUTY
Posted on April 25, 2010 with 0 comments
Spring..... She brings ‘Rebirth of Life’ ....
We can hear the Noise of Spring in Rumbling Thunder....
And Sudden Showers.
Rain, beating it’s way into the ground....
Rain, playing it’s rhythm on the old tin roof.
Rain on a Sultry Sunday afternoon, just before Twilight...
Singing It’s Song of Arousal to Body.....and Soul.
Let’s Make Love all night .....
While it Rains....
Sexy.....Soothing......Beautiful.....Musical....Rain.
To touch a Blood Red Rose....
Is to Blush with Pleasure....
Feel the Soft Petals....It Came via Blazing Sun and Sensual Rain....
All Brought To Us By......Ms. Spring.
Even Thorn Pricks let us know we’re Alive...
We creatures of Passion and Pain.
Go ahead Ms. Spring...
Take my breath away.
You always do.
Make me do things called ‘Spring Fever’...
Force me to spend countless hours in Shady Places....
Drinking Iced Tea with Lemon......And....
Raising my Fine Glass ..... to your Radiant ... Glorious .... Splendor.
I Crave your Luscious Cool Breezes....
I Swoon from your Green .... Honeysuckle Aromas.
I am Lost in your Star Filled ....
Moody Blue...Crisp Nights.
Bedazzled, I surrender.
How Rich with Beauty You Are.
You Re-Ignite all of our Urgencies and Longings....
You Blow us Tender Kisses of New Hope....
I Bid You ..... Stay.
Play and Paint the Landscape......and
Woo us with your Winsome....Wildish Ways....
We can hear the Noise of Spring in Rumbling Thunder....
And Sudden Showers.
Rain, beating it’s way into the ground....
Rain, playing it’s rhythm on the old tin roof.
Rain on a Sultry Sunday afternoon, just before Twilight...
Singing It’s Song of Arousal to Body.....and Soul.
Let’s Make Love all night .....
While it Rains....
Sexy.....Soothing......Beautiful.....Musical....Rain.
To touch a Blood Red Rose....
Is to Blush with Pleasure....
Feel the Soft Petals....It Came via Blazing Sun and Sensual Rain....
All Brought To Us By......Ms. Spring.
Even Thorn Pricks let us know we’re Alive...
We creatures of Passion and Pain.
Go ahead Ms. Spring...
Take my breath away.
You always do.
Make me do things called ‘Spring Fever’...
Force me to spend countless hours in Shady Places....
Drinking Iced Tea with Lemon......And....
Raising my Fine Glass ..... to your Radiant ... Glorious .... Splendor.
I Crave your Luscious Cool Breezes....
I Swoon from your Green .... Honeysuckle Aromas.
I am Lost in your Star Filled ....
Moody Blue...Crisp Nights.
Bedazzled, I surrender.
How Rich with Beauty You Are.
You Re-Ignite all of our Urgencies and Longings....
You Blow us Tender Kisses of New Hope....
I Bid You ..... Stay.
Play and Paint the Landscape......and
Woo us with your Winsome....Wildish Ways....