~
Reaching out towards
delicately rouged areola,
his fingertips blush madly
upon their first caress
against the pink suppleness.
He nestles himself
against her blooming bosom,
dusty pink,
supple like rose petals,
against this garden of a women
where only lovely things--
Star Dust.
Laugher.
Poetry--
may grow.
Holding hands in garden gif (n.d.). [image] Available at:: https://community.allwomenstalk.com/p/585d49bfe1d8ca7b1d8b456d [Accessed 24 Jul. 2018].
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