Honey Eyes. Poem by Cupid Missed
Honey Eyes.
(for the girl in the bookstore)
lover and friend,
my very beginning,
my very end,
lips painted red,
cascading,
my breath fading,
a woman body sheathed
in dreams,
and toe curling climax
of gods beauty and natures touch,
breast heaving,
crests of heavenly brown,
shivers
of lovemaking on blades of grass,
and raven hair,
oooh! to be the climax vibrating in her chest!
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4/23/2024 4:40:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love this poem too... not only is she driving you mad... now she has worked her spell on me.