Quartet

Ice cream droplet tumbling melted from his thick lips to run her hips and thighs while my appetite crosses their body language into your solitary eyes. Infinite possibilities outrageously. Be my dream night and day. Forget my words, the unspoken is what I seek. Flutters of bewilderment, rising to meet halfway, past every way. Not to blush, my darling. Their notes,  just a prelude. Allowing us to rhyme in wilderness.