You turn my heart into an old oak
The saplings on my branches
glow and groan
for sweet rain.
Envelope me in your
satin vines,
Let your soft skirts
brush along my ankles.
Like the violets that reach
their faces towards
the sun,
Kiss me
and let me taste
Sweet Nectar.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
You turn my heart into an old oak
The saplings on my branches
glow and groan
for sweet rain.
Envelope me in your
satin vines,
Let your soft skirts
brush along my ankles.
Like the violets that reach
their faces towards
the sun,
Kiss me
and let me taste
Sweet Nectar.
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