Body Of Warmth

I can only undress at night
Mm, yes when the view is appealing to my sight
if I know you are so close
Yes, when your caresses to my skin begin to rove
that your skin came warm me,
Shh… you forgot it comes with a naughty bedroom tease
sliding in beside me
Yes, my tender poet, passion generating to set our souls free
my lips to your shoulder
We can fall into the realm of bliss I peeped from your love folder
the rise of my appreciation
I do admire your poetic salutations
butting up
Back arched, eyes closed, pleasing all up in my lover’s cup
against the entry
Cravings that make me moan...oo weeeee
of the only true antidote
Go on, my love, you can gloat
to tackle the chill in the room
Hold me closer as our temples gyrate under the full moon
your body
A curvaceous Creole hottie
more than capable
This feels very much like Heaven non-escapable
of delivering.
Heighted ecstasy has our bodies, shifting, quivering
the only heat I really need.
Yes, I most definitely will agree


I have not blended my words with you in a while, a little warmth for those winter chills. I will add this to my Blendology Forum. Enjoy you Wednesday in all you do, my tender poet.

Well now...what an honor to have you slip and slide into that narrative.  Whew!  That certainly upped the temperature in the bed with a titillating cross-border blending of the most generous persuasion. ;)  It seems you most definitely took a peek in that folder and made yourself available to explore some of those ideas.  Any incentive to leave the warmth (or bed for that matter) is now gone.  Well played.  ;)

I thought you would appreciate my warm and soft blanket in return.. and you are humbly welcome, always.

I certainly did.  You ensured I did not have to shiver (from the cold at least).  ;)

Yes, we all need warmth. Hugs and peace, Oral