![]() Sun-brazed and dew-sparkling As an armoured knight with hilted sword. One glance beholds the shining pink hue Nestled among those of peach and mauve. Selfishly possessing both beauty and spirit, Bolting, Running, breathless, I crouch To this stranger amidst the bed Pressing close and almost crushing Soft-petaled, rose scented lips. By: Frances Jean Gildersleeve-Beaupre' |
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