MY BITTER SWEET
S.JENSEN©2018
MY BITTER SWEET
S.JENSEN©2018
IN THE MORNING DEW
I BECOME YOU
WITHIN THE WISH
ONLY YOU EXIST
A DROP OF VINEGAR
IN AN OCEAN OF HONEY
SPICED BY GINGER
GENTLE KISSES
ON THE NECK FLOW
AS THE CLOTHES FALL
OH TO THE FLOOR
ROAMING HANDS
HEALS A WOUNDED HEART
OH BLUSHING THOUGHTS
AS NIPPLES RISE
IN COLD AIR FAN BLOWS
HEAT BETWEEN LOVERS
FIRES THE PULSE
TO FEEL CARESSES
OF EYES OPEN WIDE
SWEET SUCKLING
TO PERKY PEAKS
NO OTHER LIGHT
LIVES TO COMPARE
CONSUMED FOR I
CRAVE THAT WHICH
WORDS SAY
TENSIONS RISE IN
BITTER SWEET
GRACES AMONG
UNKNOWN BLANK
FACES
LAID ME DOWN
BETWEEN SATIN
AND PETALS
ROUGE INK SPILLS
ON TO THE PAGES
SIGHT SMELLS
OF INCENSE
AND ROSE WATER
SPLASHES
LUXURY OF
IMAGINATIVE
DREAMS INTENSE
TO EXPRESS REALITY
NOT FANTASY
WHERE LIPS DESIRE
LIKE DRUMS
BEATING OF
SWEET ORGASMS
SHARED
COME FILL THE CUP
FULL
WAITING IS AGONY
TO THE SENSES.
