Lèvres crèmes d'indigo
Taunting moonlight kisses her neck with indigo cream lips
As strong fondling fingers of moon beams clutch at her hips
Waiting in awe by the lake watching and longing for more
As the moon slowly pulls back her covering to the shore
Moon beams tenderly massage breastworks by the rocks
Reaching silently...slowly tugging off ....her moonlit socks
Moonlight lips sinking slowly into the navel of her desire
Round and round the lips gently proceed igniting a fire
The moon then marvels of tempting, creamy, lascivious thighs
Moon beams caressing them emitting most tender of sighhhs
Morning approaches as the moon prepares for its daily rest
For its glittering beams snuggle deep and cozy - in her nest
Once more watching
the
moon taunt
with Lips of Indigo Cream
....Pour l'amour de la lune.....Et ses lèvres de crème d'indigo
JD

is only an art!!! 




. It was the title that drew me to it....and I loved the closing line. Oh le francais, c'est vraiment la langue d'amour
and after awhile one gets rusty......

















Beautiful imagery just completely dominates this poem. The french is yet another wonderful cherry to be popped. Love the romance created here.




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