Love-Lily-Rose-More
J
James McLain
0
Altın Yaprak
Love-Lily-Rose-More
and though the moon is high.
even it must come down again.
sometimes it is too hard,
pulling the rose from Lillie's lips.
and my blood burns,
no it boils even more as i watch
them open and close, always gasping.
and when i am called.
i rush out in my haste.
and Rose imparts too Lilly,
just the scent of them together.
and others do walk by.
aromatics and fooled by thier nose,
as the eyes see nothing.
and knowing this,
as i taste both even more.
while the moon has set in my hands.
d.g.r.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş