all spruced and fluffed prescriptive

(photo - Neil.B.)

 "come feather my interest, come fluff my tail
your bird of paradise, my body your vale,
meanderings interesting, i promise the travel
what be on offer, should be the gavel."

all spruced and fluffed she sat and waited,
her blood ran thick her veins pulsated,
her adjustment quick all coy to hide...
behind those feathers to the wait abide.

his response positive, his arrival anticipated
the imagination further with thoughts erotic irrigated
sultry and dark and musky the headiness intoxicating
to inhale the sweet nectar all logic assassinating.

to float, and surrender, and lost, and wantonly begging,
every part of his body , his mind to let go, egging,
so seductive and sultry her whisper, to taste
her flesh exposed with sweet lust laced.

no hurry... no rush... no need to complete
that cup full of lovers delight deplete,
the promise of womanly mead dangerously addictive
to sip of it indulgently prescriptive.

RB.

 (photo - Neil.B.)