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Blossom
She looks sculpted,
Carved to perfection in potter's clay.
Hairs like palm leaves blowing
Away,
Away in the summer's day.
Tears of joy run down the side of her face,
She's been broken before...
Her love was well made,
But her heart
Was never in the right place.
Torn at the point of encounter,
From street corner to street corner.
As far as east is to west,
Or as the moon shines; at sun set.
Her glow, like the Glory of the Angels
At Heaven's Gates.
Skin,
Like a drop of sunshine upon a silhouette.
O how fair toned is my Blossom,
A full blown seed;
I came to see where my heart rested upon the mountaintops of her breasts.
I laid mine head upon her chest,
As her heart beat mine smiled with content.
I went seeking a Love away from home,
That I had left alone with her.
Her teeth like ivory stones.
When she'd open her precious lips to speak,
I'd touch her here,
Then touch her there and stroke her ever so gently until she'd reach her peak.
I would kiss her temple in places she can only imagine,
From pain to pleasure, from passive aggression to aggressive passion,
I'd go in on her and taste the bitterness of her sweet wine.
I'd be drunk from her love, and we'd smoke all the herbs we could find.
If not mine, than no one's.
I refuse to keep her, but I would hate to share her.
Mine for the taking, only for the moment.
I was away at sea, a fisherman's decree: if thou be my Blossom, show thineself to me.
That I may behold, and see; then kiss and hold thee.
A Queen in her own merits, by the King's standards.
Patiently, I'd wait until she shows me she was made for me.
How perfect her eyes, to look for joy in times of trouble.
How loud her cries as the day of triumph approaches.
I may have lusted after many, my sinful ways;
With her it's a different story, she deserves praise.
Caught in a daze, or more like a maze;
A mental prison, my mind became a slave in a cave.
The only way out, is the way in;
And I would never back track
Just to escape.
Carved to perfection in potter's clay.
Hairs like palm leaves blowing
Away,
Away in the summer's day.
Tears of joy run down the side of her face,
She's been broken before...
Her love was well made,
But her heart
Was never in the right place.
Torn at the point of encounter,
From street corner to street corner.
As far as east is to west,
Or as the moon shines; at sun set.
Her glow, like the Glory of the Angels
At Heaven's Gates.
Skin,
Like a drop of sunshine upon a silhouette.
O how fair toned is my Blossom,
A full blown seed;
I came to see where my heart rested upon the mountaintops of her breasts.
I laid mine head upon her chest,
As her heart beat mine smiled with content.
I went seeking a Love away from home,
That I had left alone with her.
Her teeth like ivory stones.
When she'd open her precious lips to speak,
I'd touch her here,
Then touch her there and stroke her ever so gently until she'd reach her peak.
I would kiss her temple in places she can only imagine,
From pain to pleasure, from passive aggression to aggressive passion,
I'd go in on her and taste the bitterness of her sweet wine.
I'd be drunk from her love, and we'd smoke all the herbs we could find.
If not mine, than no one's.
I refuse to keep her, but I would hate to share her.
Mine for the taking, only for the moment.
I was away at sea, a fisherman's decree: if thou be my Blossom, show thineself to me.
That I may behold, and see; then kiss and hold thee.
A Queen in her own merits, by the King's standards.
Patiently, I'd wait until she shows me she was made for me.
How perfect her eyes, to look for joy in times of trouble.
How loud her cries as the day of triumph approaches.
I may have lusted after many, my sinful ways;
With her it's a different story, she deserves praise.
Caught in a daze, or more like a maze;
A mental prison, my mind became a slave in a cave.
The only way out, is the way in;
And I would never back track
Just to escape.
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