Saturday 13 June 2009

A love poem

Ahhh mmm ohhh,
fast and slow
Upon your body lies my gaze,
until your eyes and nose and chin
...and eyes,
and choosing both your pupils bright
I canot look them all.
Poor senses, smell and touch and sight
please kiss my voice and steal my plight
and let us meet and breath together
first contact,
souls
that are forever.

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