to my beloved muse.
Spending the afternoon bathing in blue eyes
Lounging against the velvet pillows of your voice
Pressing the buttons to elicit that low laugh
which really must sound dirty even to brains not saturated with lust
Delighting in laconic, acerbic, witty asides
Caressed by elegant eloquence
And oh, those double entendres that we both do so well
At times, my dear
Working is simply bliss.
Poetry by Princess Charles
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Written on 2009-08-15 at 20:21
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a small Monday miracle
Spending the afternoon bathing in blue eyes
Lounging against the velvet pillows of your voice
Pressing the buttons to elicit that low laugh
which really must sound dirty even to brains not saturated with lust
Delighting in laconic, acerbic, witty asides
Caressed by elegant eloquence
And oh, those double entendres that we both do so well
At times, my dear
Working is simply bliss.
Poetry by Princess Charles
Read 654 times
Written on 2009-08-15 at 20:21
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