Ambrosia of First Bliss
It’s July … fragrant honeysuckles remind me
Of summers young when innocent passion bloomed;
Unearthing glances, confidences --- a throb my heart first held
Until desire turned into precious love, we ignited
The ambrosia of moist lips, the blush of intimacy:
Many a time, I wonder about him… fondling our space
While in eves quite , his kind laughter drifts now and then.
Written for Silent One's Seven lines of romantic heaven
6/23/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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