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Perfect rose sunset frames your face the stars have long since begun to rise their haloed light glimmers in the distance. Everything reminds me of you and of that imagined time of forever when the silken night beckons to us, calls us to our imagined bed of roses. My skin is flushed, infused with pink. Your touch is imminently near. Lover of the velvet smooth lips I shiver whenever I think of the fragrant essence of rose petals strewn across a coverlet of white, satin sheets of bright red invite us into bliss. Oceans swim in your azure eyes as I sail into the harbor of your arms. I lay beside you at night my gifted friend to soothe your lonely and furrowed brow with a multitude of my passionate kisses. Do you feel the Angel of the Moon as she showers you with my warm caresses? The white-silver of your brilliant hair makes my fingers ache to touch its softness, your crooked smile makes me want to play Can I dance into your blazing light? Can I hold you through the quick-fire night? At Morning's blush will we emerge, rise to the hope that imagined became our real. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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