I opened up your picture, and much to my surprise, I saw you silken hair and then looked into lusterous eyes. The lips I saw were precious, so moist and ruby red, I took in all the charms that were a part of your sweet head. The picture kept on going, and so my eyes did too, and took in what the picture showed, some more of woman, you. Your neck was fine and carried a message I could hear, caress me oh so gentle, and place a kiss right here. The blouse you wore was modest, it's buttons were all done, but dear I have to tell you, your nipples yearned for sun. They pushed against the fabric, and said their sweet hello, would someone please take notice, unleash us, don't be cruel. I cannot help but wonder, if lips would kiss so sweet, and long to have another, or would they soon retreat? I'd love to take your blouse off, and tender kisses place, where usually there is satin, or cotton or some lace. To gently kiss your bossum, and help your nipples free, to gain their sweet reflection enjoy the man that's me. I could write of more kisses, of places yet to find, but some would say I'm lustful, when I say what's on my mind. So thank you lovely lady, for I love what I see, and if some day I find you, twould be pure ecstacy.
