The scent of her skin
Intoxicating as *****
Yet more rose than poppy
More thorn than seed
But what care I?
Knowing the touch of that body
The redemption petal
My cheek caress
These stumbling words
An impotent expression
Of the thoughts hesitating
Fueled by heartbeat
Oh, let me touch those lips
With mine
Let me wash away your woes
With mine
Take my hand
My love
Take my heart
My love
I give them to you
That this morning may
Unite us two
While we gaze as idiots
As this dawn sun reminds
We are life worn children
Not wise
Yet the child sees truth
It's in your eyes.
May 26, 2022
May 26, 2022 at 7:29 PM UTC
The scent of her skin
Intoxicating as *****
Yet more rose than poppy
More thorn than seed
But what care I?
Knowing the touch of that body
The redemption petal
My cheek caress
These stumbling words
An impotent expression
Of the thoughts hesitating
Fueled by heartbeat
Oh, let me touch those lips
With mine
Let me wash away your woes
With mine
Take my hand
My love
Take my heart
My love
I give them to you
That this morning may
Unite us two
While we gaze as idiots
As this dawn sun reminds
We are life worn children
Not wise
Yet the child sees truth
It's in your eyes.
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