Candle flicker upon golden mirror, reflections of a face so dear, a female’s face grown so familiar, who loves a modest poet she should reconsider. A wanderer, a vagabond, seeker of truths, a righter of wrongs. But in amber light as shadows fall, on silken hair she brushes through, spread upon moisten breasts of honeydew, which I caress, with a gentle touch, a tender kiss. She smiles as she turns and with a simple push to my chest, I stumble, I fall down onto a bed of satin and lace upsetting her lazy cat at rest. She laughs, then she sighs and cuddles next to me, we lay together two creatures of love in harmony, two who embrace to make a song, to the rhythms of nature and the oceans beyond.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 04:35:24 +0000
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