Your face is the
place where I come to rest,
An oasis, where
my tired gaze is truly blessed,
Your brow, kissed
by curls & tresses that fell,
Around your delicate
ears of satin pink shell,
Where I whisper
words of love going unheard,
Words carried
away on breezes by the cruel bird.
The quivering
bridge of your small elegant nose,
Where I bear the
gifts of love & a new red rose,
Your cheeks, of
rounded dusk & soft rolling hills,
Where I amble,
removing all my worldly sad ills,
The deep forest
green of your gentle soft eyes,
Is where I hide
from all life´s pain & its sorry lies,
The creamed magnolia
curve from chin to throat,
Where fingertips
dip, while down your veins I float,
Stopping at your
mouth, oasis of moist Gothic rose,
Where I sip &
inebriated, I fall into orgasmic repose.
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