Imagination

Thy heart is the parchment upon

Which I burn these words of lust with the quill of passion

Each cloud-like touch of mine,

Dies to explore every inch of thy sacred valleys and holy arches

If I had a dying wish,

It would be to stare into thy eyes and taste thy sugared lips,

Before bathing in your sweet scent

I stand before you.

Thy humble servant seeks only to please thy royal satin flesh and silky skin

This poem is about: 
Me

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jasica_123

wow amazing poem and very heart touching words. i aam really inspired thanks for the nice sharing!

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SopheaSaechao

Thanks. :) It took me a while to write this poem. I got my inspiration from a couple of love songs.

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