Francine Roberts Poet Nonet

Be Thine Mine

My red tresses fall against your cheek
As I bend down, your lips to seek.
Breathless whisper when we speak.
Eyes that burn with desire.
Two hearts, both afire.
While hands explore
Words implore
"Be thine...
Mine?"

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Don Johnson May 26, 2011 at 10:47 PM All the time , the red red wine, enflames of the passion, love without love, is shortened is, the ration,:) xo Don...

Barbara Gorelick March 14, 2011 at 5:50 PM Steamy , yet classy. Well done..I like that you chose a nonet..works well here. BG

Andrea Dietrich March 14, 2011 at 3:31 PM I really love the image of the red tresses falling against his cheek. Cool!! Is it for a contest, Francine?

George Aul March 14, 2011 at 11:14 AM Sizzling....George