In Love's Attire
Bound by words laced with fragrant frankincense,spoken by lips that leave pink tinted blush.
Skin travels upon skin, a gentle brush
arousing deep love, and heightens each sense.
As the day draws breath and shadows have fled,
sweet sonnets of love dance upon your tongue,
and in midday sun, our passion has sprung,
continuing on a rose petalled bed.
I drink the fine dew that's sweeter than wine,
while beauty exudes from two blushing lips
Ecstatic quivers reach each fingertip.
my love I am yours and you've become mine.
I've placed you as a seal upon my heart,
so even in death our love cannot part.
Poetry by Kiran
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Written on 2007-05-16 at 21:23
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