satinheads
08-07-2009, 10:04 PM
JAMES O. STONE: SATIN DREAMS
Satin of violet clings to her skin
Soft and smooth as a breeze
Not quite revealing what's hidden within
As it stops just above her knees
The fabric gently caresses her breasts
Her nipples make an impression
Sensuality is her chosen quest
But to me she's my love obsession
I watch her as she walks
Her legs, her rear, her back
Added to the way she talks
Brings on a very strong love attack
Her shoulders almost bare
Except for those thin straps
Curls well placed in her hair
In anticipation perhaps
Her perfume gently teases my nose
A fresh, alluring scent
Some new fragrance I suppose
Leaving no doubt of her intent
Her beauty is enhanced by candlelight
Casting shadows on her feminine form
Promising it will be pure delght
When she cuddles all nice and warm
Satin of violet clings to her skin
Soft and smooth as a breeze
Not quite revealing what's hidden within
As it stops just above her knees
The fabric gently caresses her breasts
Her nipples make an impression
Sensuality is her chosen quest
But to me she's my love obsession
I watch her as she walks
Her legs, her rear, her back
Added to the way she talks
Brings on a very strong love attack
Her shoulders almost bare
Except for those thin straps
Curls well placed in her hair
In anticipation perhaps
Her perfume gently teases my nose
A fresh, alluring scent
Some new fragrance I suppose
Leaving no doubt of her intent
Her beauty is enhanced by candlelight
Casting shadows on her feminine form
Promising it will be pure delght
When she cuddles all nice and warm