Sylk

She smells of manuka flowers
and tastes like kiwi fruit.
She's ultra slippery,
she's a warm body-slide.

She is wild allusions,
and all natural spectrum,
racy and free,
and no G-string bite.

She will lay you down
on a canopied bed
and slip you volumes
of Arabian Nights.

She's a tantric message
she'll glide over your
ambrosial thighs.

You will never want
to Wash her off.

Karen Knight