Poetry

I’LL LOVE A DANCE WITH YOU

I’ll love a dance with you
Under the moon,
With your scarlet lips on mine,
Your caress
Slithering its tentacles on my body,
And your waist swaying on my reverbs.
I’ll love a dance with you
Under the embers of the February’s moon.
You, yes you, my bride and pride,
Your dance, your waist beads, my joy.

©TurksonQuills❣️

Poetry

MY EROTICA LANGUAGE

…but all I need is you.
I want to be the one of your everyone,
To soar the comfort your duvet gives,
To be in reverie when your thoughts flood my mind,
To be your desire when the dawn is cold,
To be that log your garden prefers in its centre
And to lick the sweet fluids from your inner lips,
For your touch does more than tickle my desire for a gentle caress.

I want nothing more
Than you in my arms
Till forever and a day
Becomes the past that never existed.

© TurksonQuills