Exotic Lands

Exotic Lands by Lori Maria Walton The day, nurtured in the belly of a fearless night turns and is finally born clinging to the soft arms of a pretty morning The sun, dozing on the heavy chest of exotic lands, rolls and is now awakened, plowing a submissive face with golden hands Play the bagpipes, while the tea and the toast and freshly squeezed orange juice seated spellbound wait anxiously for the first touch of honey lips This day, as the morning waits on the table for the first touch of honey hands and golden lips prepare to explore the shores of life Blended melodies ring in attentive hollows beneath the sea of passion