Saturday, 1 August 2015

I was entranced

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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  1. What a wonderful bouquet of words. So romantic.

  2. Ahh..what a sweet dream - or reality - i hope the latter..we all need a little sweetness