Cognizant
Of rhythm
And sound, I
Do bestow
Upon my
Audience
The knowledge
Of intimate,
Composure.
My queen does
Rest upon
A bed of
Rose petals
And sweetly
Scented fabric.
Her lips do
Taste of white
Champagne and
Her skin does
Remind me
Of gentle silk.
On her skin
I detect
Lavender
And I am
Excited,
My senses
Heightened by her
Presense in
The smoke filled
Room and the
Sound of God's
Orchestra.
We lay in a
Garden. We
Play in the
Grass and the
Moon lights her
Face in a
Halo, she is
My angel. |
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