Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
-By Linda Lee Lyberg
When lips caress my silken thighs
My love ascends, takes to the air
Soaring through the heavens on high
When lips caress my silken thighs
My desire storms through azure skies
The mounting crescendo prayer
When lips caress my silken thighs
My love ascends, takes to the air.
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
Sounds like a Viking conquest. 😃
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😁Indeed it does! Thanks for the LOL.
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So enticing??? Giving up secrets?? Aren’t you violating some gender code?? Ha!
Chuck
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😁
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Mick!
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Indeed. In deed! Well written.
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Thanks Charley. Appreciate your words.
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You are welcome!
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Amazing.
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Thank you!
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Whoa!……I see your love floating in the sky. Good one!
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Thank you Vivian!
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😊
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