Flesh is Fantasy

Your body reflects my taste
It makes me speak venerous siliques
A flow of curves in my hands
The feeling of soft umbra, so pleasurable
Tongued hues drawing heavy breaths
Face to face crescendoed coos conceived
Crazed intoxications weighing so heavy
Fluttering hair, perfected skin, and the fragrance of papalise
Ravenous ways needed to be sedated
Urges permiatted to be touched and accommodated
Flesh is fantasy
Folded roughly, wrapped silked hair controlled
Impassioned greed visualized so tranquil
Tendered affection risen so perversely
Flourishing in the moment
Eagerly coursing in such a gleaming sight
Primal flow throughout the body
Aesthetics that penetrates oscillate
Indulged sensation taken in
Flesh is fantasy