How I was glad you were armed
With such sweet weapons of love
The first of course were your eyes
Eager I fell into your trap
Hearing your seductive sighs
Never had I been so keen
Breathing in your sweet perfume
The touch of your fingers soft
Such heavenly gift was that
Made my poor heart soar aloft
Your pink lips parted for a kiss
I, slave to your beck and call
Your warm body of such allure
Confirmed we had met our match
Joyful finding love so pure
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This poem felt so wonderfully complete...the flow and tone perfect
ReplyDeleteYummy words! Words of true love!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Ah, those sweet weapons of love! Great take on the prompt, Robin!
ReplyDeleteThat heady feelingh of knowing oneself in love, and loved. Lovely to read, Robin.
ReplyDeleteAh, how romantics yearn to be overwhelmed and disarmed by love! You make it sound heavenly while also implying powerlessness.
ReplyDeleteMay such honey-traps increase the world over. Beautiful, beautiful....
ReplyDeleteYou are such a romantic softie Oldegg.
ReplyDeleteThe most lovely weapon of all. Love this Robin!!
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