Tuesday, 3 January 2017


You bit your lip whilst I
carefully shaved your pubis,
your eyes dancing between
fear and lust, wanting to be
bare for me but
unaware how the
slanting sunshine
lit with fire the
fine down that
everywhere adorned your
beautiful body.

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)