if i am l o n e l y
if now & then i sing praises
of love
of passion
the season must be Spring i like
pink and reds and your lips too
and too tulips when i taste you
Natures most beautiful Flower
there.
By the vally of too passion cries
(thighs) sighs the Aah of
committed expression.
Ah
God
let us die this little Death just now!
:: 02-08-2019 ::
