oh,what succulence
breakfasts you on this day


you who are the stream
flowing my blood

the pulse in throb to heart

rhythmed to your breath
I am strummed lute

Your gaze quivers my sighs

song to ambrosial lips
you wing my flight music the

ecsta-bliss of amorous play


oh, what succulences
breakfast you on this day

love&light
m.a

07/26/2008

Posted on 07/31/2008
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