Cream

I lie motionless in her arms for a brief moment
Lost within her rich moist valley
Of contentment
Allowing her soothing velvet whisper
To feast
Comfort and caress the limpness
Of me
Knowing the soft spoken promise from
Those strawberry lips
Will soon arouse and receive
the compliment of the cream...

whispers drip with promise
As the dawn
Cast Pearls of dew upon her lips
And every drop of passion
She drew ...is scattered at her fingertips.