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by Maria Massarella

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



Posted on 07/31/2008
Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 07/31/08 at 04:55 PM

... exquisite!!!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/31/08 at 09:20 PM

Yum and yum!

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 07/31/08 at 09:51 PM

"ecsta-bliss " I love this word, it is marvelous. smh

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/01/08 at 02:13 AM

I like the way you write Maria...CharMin

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