The soul has much to say
Choctaw floret...
My midnight
confessions
Reverie
has color
with the scent
of Spring eternal
Subtle arrival
of an angel
Prophesied
by my elders
Every breath
a season of life
She takes
mine away
then playfully
returns
Unnamed
fragrance
Her fruit
destined for my palate
Rainbow eyes
reflect ethereal waters
Slowly spilling
into my soul
Daydreams
after a fallen sun
Gentle breeze
between my lips
cools her flesh
under a veil of ebony
She kisses
my heart
Sensual
endeavor
Unearthing
all...I ever wanted
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Choctaw floret...
Choctaw floret...
