A Sensitive Man
I love the April rain
And your soft little moans behind
Behind where my wandering hands
Felt the cool embrace of tomorrow
I like the encore of our sweet thrills
These encounters we repeat
In different seasons, with the same bodies
You taught me a rhythm of your blood
Where you squirm in secrets
And behind your eyes
I can predict the pleasure
Of your hidden chambers
Where your soul invites me
To walk along those corridors
Where lust might turn to love
And like May flowers, you might become
The secret I craved to discover
That a touch can save your life!
Kissing like this is frankly
Kicking death in the ass while singing
And like a window to your soul
I only want to make love with you.
Wuji Seshat 
This is breath taking, beautiful.
I’m glad you like it Bel, I’m just in one of those moods.
They are all exquisitely written…as someone else commented, erotic but not vulgar.
I usually cross the border with the photography, but I’m trying to hold back 😛
In my humble opinion, well done, every photo enhanced what you wrote.