Her Perfections

Her Perfections 

The touch her hand running down my firm chest,

The circling of my fingers tracing lines upon her breasts,

Her moans begging, egging on our explorations, 

As we lay down upon a field of dark red carnations, 

Enticingly covering our bodies in the softest of petals, 

Tracing slowly with an icecube from freckle to freckle, 

My lips following suite tasting every curve alluring, 

Our Passion so heated yet forever surely enduring, 

Longing kisses locked in battle of loving affections,

Such adoring thoughts while basking in her perfections, 

Little by little learning everything of her I desire, 

Moment by moment her love driving my hopes higher.