Beating heart, bursting, thirsting
to touch, embrace, engulf, immerse
deeper than deep within that
secret place so sweetly and longingly
created by God's hand.
Sculptured, a perfection of embrace
whose depths and fires transgress,
caress, deceive, yet whose impeccant lips
through deception sweeten the lie.
Ah to lay within that valley deep,
partake of its honey beguiling
sweet, to bathe in the rivers,
devoid contrite,
once more to kiss those lips,
take flight my mind's delight.
© Lance W Toohey Poetry
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
Beating heart, bursting, thirsting
to touch, embrace, engulf, immerse
deeper than deep within that
secret place so sweetly and longingly
created by God's hand.
Sculptured, a perfection of embrace
whose depths and fires transgress,
caress, deceive, yet whose impeccant lips
through deception sweeten the lie.
Ah to lay within that valley deep,
partake of its honey beguiling
sweet, to bathe in the rivers,
devoid contrite,
once more to kiss those lips,
take flight my mind's delight.
© Lance W Toohey Poetry