The seeds of desire
Were sown by her first shy glance
Thus I was entranced
Spring season of hope
The buds turning to blossom
The warmth of my heart
I touched her sweet hands
They were like opening petals
And warm as desire
I breathed in her scent
Bewitched like a lured insect
To a happy fate
Nestled in her love
Content in my entrapment
On her bosom laid
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What a wonderful bouquet of words. So romantic.
ReplyDeleteAhh..what a sweet dream - or reality - i hope the latter..we all need a little sweetness
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