Good Grace

Good Grace

In fashion
Of brave heart howl
With glimmering hope in the end
She waltzes
Delicate steps into our good Grace
She has wisdom
Accumulated
Never understated
By the many who throw themselves madly on our senses
Overwhelming us with polite buggerung
Or fiendish sluttering
She dances lightly on our synapses
Gracefully
But fully
Always to be respected
She is the queen....
Long live
By womanly design

I would like to throw pink petals to match her shine

Imagine her feel...
And scent

Pahtchouli in clouds of white

Sandlewood haven of arms wrapped tight
Head rested on breast
Eyes closed as she strokes

And i am rocked by her night