With my love, by Gabrielle
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A night fit for arabian kings
Gold goblets filled with the drink of love
Spices, cinammon sticks, colourful peppers, peaches,
fill my mouth.
plumes of smoke erupt from my nostrils
Like dragons from old times passed
Memories of life fill the sweet watermelon air
as the hubbly bubbly gurgles
People walk by unaware of the beauty
that hovers in this moment
Two lovers locked in an eternal embrace
Becoming intoxicated with each breath
Falling deeper in rich red
Sofly laying in velvet
Swirling down just limbs....one
Richness of life, the richness of us
forever yours in that moment |
Posted: 2009-05-01 18:39:45 UTC |
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2009-05-02 03:04:02 | izzy |
very detailed, you are very talented. |
2009-11-21 05:08:18 | ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~ |
hi Gabrielle, I left reply to your request on my poem: Holy of Holies. |