Waterfalls

Bless this intimate assembly of ours

Like the Spring of Summer draping itself over the morning tide

Say Bismillah my love, and gently lower thy hips

Take a seat on your throne of ruby velvet cushioned lips

Take one breath deeper come - voyage a thousand sips

Legs convulse expounding passion, as timeless bliss pours

Waterfalls of melted sugar drip down this face of mine

It’s all yours…

A Veil