Life isn't always just a tiptoe through the tulips, but when it is, it truly is worth dancing about.
canta y no llores
(sing and do not cry)
Her hands upon his hip
his tight against her slip.
Wondrous escapades of enticing motions
beneath her ever questing notions.
She pressing her limits
he counting the minutes.
Slowly sinking down before him as she
puts toe to key.
The music plays upon her own restless flesh
as his maleness feels ever fresh.
All hands astray in quivering caresses
as wind rustles through grasses.
His humid breath behind her ever blazing.
A melody of lingering moans matching
endless exquisite harmonies
all slipping into vast wondrous symphonies.
Thank you, Tess Kincaid, for bringing such inspiring photos for our magpie tales each week.