POEM – SENSUAL SALVATION
Careless expressions of my intense wants projected in my dreams.
Travels down my spine and curls round to further flood my streams.
Tingling sensations slips between my lips.
The heat intensifies to make me tilt my hips.
Eyes wide open from this magical consummation.
It was not a dream as I look up at my royal salvation.
Poem by Sarah Martin
Art by Paula Justus http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/paula-justus.html