The True Treasure

Pink folds cradle the treasure.
Your entry was more than schemed.
My mind soaking in pleasure.

In slow, painstaking leisure,
your fingers trace and part creamed,
pink folds cradle the treasure.

“Your tongue commands swift and sure
against sensitive skin,” screamed
my mind soaking in pleasure.

Your touch makes me ache for more.
For ecstasy’s flight we’re teamed.
Pink folds cradle the treasure.

My hurt you have worked to cure.
Love surpasses all I’ve dreamed.
my mind soaking in pleasure.

Resistance to want unsure-
my hardened heart, you redeemed.
Pink folds cradle the treasure-
my mind soaking in pleasure.