Pristine blossoms of honeysuckle beckon him…
their soft sultry scent carried
on the back of a summer breeze
delivering tantalizing sensual fragrances
Cascading blossoms swell and sway
on moistening ivory towers..
Hands ... sliding ... gliding ... striding,
between supple roots of delicate flowers.
Primordial urges pulsate, engorged
with seeds of sexual arousal.
Nimble fingers stroke, tease, tantalize.
Effortlessly, succulent petals open
Spreading, yielding, to his majestic touch.
enslaving it with his hungry mouth,
a skillful tongue delves in
prodding, probing, penetrating
Coiling and exploring, slowly trailing
along the fleshy stem of his desire.
Glistening dew, of sweet nectar oozes,
He licks every droplet of this…
Elixir of the Gods!
~WW
*This was inspired by a blog post, viewed from a different perspective ?