Marketa

She shook it...
And set my soul in motion..
Across oceans of yearning..
To be set so free, by her and visions of her and me..
She takes me there..
On wild vast adventures..
Dusty pubs and smells of incense..
💃 dancing..we dance with words..
Vamp women..
Made up madly for gorgeous reverie..
Blood red lips in french kiss so sweet
Vanilla on taste buds wanton..
Inhales fumes of lust and primal goood gooood femme knowing..
We understand, don't we?
Her exotic Toungue traced wet lines around my heart..
To taste Marketa's tongue, native and free..
A thing like i have never known..
A gift to my very being..
She is warm, wild and inviting like her song.. .
And we dance to it on ancient stones of knowing one another..
We understand, don't we?
And we make love in bodies graced by moons of that understanding...
You sweet thing, make me believe in youth's spirit again..
You make me a virgin soul in need of making love again..
We, Surrounded by a Goddess suns licks of appreciated warmth..
On curved bodies in sapphic loves
Embrace..
My dove..
Your words brought to my window
By white wings on fire..
We seduce by time and tidal
waves..
Bringing each other there sooo close..
Marketa my dove..
You are an amazing gift to all my senses..
Understood..