jeudi 11 janvier 2018

Fruit of an Angel

When I see your lips, the gentle breeze over a delicate fruit
My body shivers with all sense acute
Bodies tied, heart twined, soul merged

Whence I hear the sultry chant, beating our rythmes
Oscillating in bliss under celestial rimes
Window without curtain, bathing nite light

While a touch of our heart, a glimpse of morning taste
No cover, no cold, drenched without haste
Blessing rays, ties that bound, slumbering

Will I see the day where the rising of the flower
Grabs my thirst and absorbs my desires?
Never shall I feel your wet passion

©Gabriella Laurence
Inspiration : Gabriella Laurence pictorial



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