Verse sent from individual who lives at a great distance from the Salon, therefore doesn’t attend. He has honored the site with his words.
Your perfectly poised lips, gently parted, puffed by arousal,
…Are they lightly caressing?
Are they softly kissing?
Are they whispering something sexy?
And your eyelids, closed but not clenched, as if a flutter,
surely cover your eyes rolling underneath,
while your nose…, neatly nestled against a perfectly pink penis,
seems to inhale, long and deep.
Then you take it, hot and fleshy,
and as if in another world,
stroke your blushing… olive colored cheek.
gary
