sweet emerald jewel
hover next to my love's ear
and slide your probiscus down to her recesses
not to take her honey
but to trace jewels of sounds within
her chambers
place
echoes of ectasies
half remembered dreams
on her pillow
When she awakes she will find them
and wonder
and dream again
Much tallent here Anthony, sometimes the words seem to just flow on their own Very clever, Love Duncan
How the words must have glided off you pen. Wonderful write Patricia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what have you got in that pen of yours? some magical ink? This is amazing stuff!