MY WORLD

HER Her Simply, my world. Her Nectar of juice playing trickling, cooling, Seared flesh! , Her smears, flavors, rings, pierces, Cool lips! Her bite touch lick taste Flexed abs! She is The bloom that through concrete grows, the promise it whispers. A concert inside a single note of music, the crystal clear sound of passion. A fleeting second, a brief moment, cherished with no regrets In my own molded universe Carol is time. HER Simply, my world. Armand Hamouth