Without Compare Poem by Wendy Bureau

Venus birthed of Desire's breath
Sweet passion 'pon nightly air
Perspiration, bodies scent
Fragrant flesh of lovers bare

Heated hearts of midnight hour
Beat that of pleading plight
Lips locked and tongues entwined
Feeding the thirst, of appetite

End not, night of perfection
Wake thee not, if but a dream
Let thy soul drown, if need be
Floating 'pon this empty stream

For thine heart hath found its truth
'Pon which, fortune proves most fair
Ne'er will commitment stray?
Nor could another love compare

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