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Love her, she is yours To be in love is to bathe in the heavenly waters Of paradise. Where thoughts are wrapped in Rose petals drizzled in honeydew nectar and Fascination becomes transportation to a tropical Idyll where nightingales sing as a lazy sun sinks Into a shimmering sea pulled by the power of the Moon. A power that likewise pulls you into the Arms of love ill content until the last drop of love Has been rung from the day
A day of longing to be drawn to a heart that Beats only for you. To inhale the delightful aroma Of love. The tinder of passion that needs only a Glance to ignite a fire that will burn long into The night and beyond
Love illuminated by the frail yet potent candlepower Of the moon. A skin-soft scintilla hardly present yet Sufficient to enhance that which was barely visible Now made all the more vivid by the tantalising Brushstrokes of monochromatic magic
All woman, all man, all night to explore feelings Curbed only by the day and now in the fading light Come lover's secrets laid bare and lover's needs Whispered into willing ears consent signalled by a Squeeze, a kiss or a bite. Moist lips, moist love What picture would she have me sketch from here When everything she is is in your arms? Love her She is yours
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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