As Cupid Thrills
A paradise rare beckons,
cradling our shadows’ whispers
to draw fine lips upon mine…
while tickled moon peeps.
How gently wild passion blooms…
when hands caress each other
in a flame of surrender,
razing a night’s heat.
And ember’s scent lingers on
prompting rose-moon to quiver
till our eyes greet , anew
you gaze…I wink back.
Into love’s final blooming ,
we vow under hazel trees
names etched on sand, as Cupid
marks a sweetened rite!
Sweet Valentine Contest
For Nayda Ivette Negron Re-posted 1/28/2018
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