Holding her hands
Slowly walking with her
Dancing to the edge of the bed
The Gymnopédie No.2
Is being played in background
with every beat
my hands discover
a new curve
to be touched
She is sitting there
Like an angel
Looking at me with open eyes
I sit next to her
Tasting the sweetness of honey
I touch her back
Valley of pleasures
Curve within curve
Soft and warm
We lay down
I start to absorb her beauty
Merge of brown creamy circles
And it is becoming harden gently
Like Hyacinth in early spring
I move my hand downward to her ankle And start upward movement to her hip While discovering the joy of her body I move my hand from one side of her hip To the other side, then down the other path
Slowly move it toward the mons Venus Suddenly I discover the old triangle of love Wonder if there is rosebud in there waiting To be smelled and touched like our first encounter in NY
I move my hand beneath the
Colorful curtains that cover the white valley
Like that time when we were traveling
In a busy highway
She let me touch the source pleasure
with a big smile
She turns arround I take off the colorful cover And get absorbed in the beauty Of the two white dahlias She remind of of a painting of Pincas But much more beautiful
I can not resist the temptation Of touching the mons Venus gently And follow the curvature of happiness up and down down and up
White Orange.. 