Loved

She lays there, forehead damp,
chestnut hair fanned out,
cheeks flushed,
content smile playing on her lips,
slender legs sprawled,
the taste of pleasure
still upon her.
Candlelight playing on her skin,
hazy look of knowledge known,
contentment in great measure,
sounds of night time filtering in,
slowly, soflty, sleep greets her.

by Jazzy Davies

Comments (2)

Very nice, Jazzy!
Ooh I'm liking your poems me dear, Ive read quite a few of them now. This is really soft and sweet and really quite sensual. Good job :) x tallie