Cool Delight--Duo-Rhyme
She clings to me oh Mother Rain
The liquid spills of pearls unchained
My tresses wet, a cool delight
As always she, the nymph of night
Inducing trills of birds on flight;
Her crystals drop to charm the sight.
With fragrance sweet that lingers bright
On moon bewitched as air grows white,
That on damp flesh, a thirst incites
A torrent wild for soaking rites;
I drink her wine without restraint
And bare my frock to romp again.
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Duo-Rhyme Contest of Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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