The wishes come at night, it seems
that love can only feast from dreams
and lust is drawn as red bouquet
in blushing shades for petals stray
to form in fingered lines from foot
up soothing curves to lips’ dessert,
strawberry whispers breathed about
in butterscotch displays without
distractions, keeping love in play
til morning brings uncolored day.
Through a Mirage Darkly
11 Thursday Apr 2013
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Simply beautiful.
I really liked the musicality of this poem. I wish I had your ear to apply to my own writing. 🙂
Thanks again for your visiting. I’m not quite sure if it is an acquired ear or not, but there is likely hope for all. If there was ever a post you wanted some help with writing, you could always ask 😉 I’m likely to oblige.
Thank you for that my friend.