Deliciouslife When Hovers
I might be sincerely sick of this DeliciousLife when hovers like clouds golden
Fingers pray-like lovers barely breath-kissing. Allow hungry hands eye-thirsty
To touch
please: Your countrysided Curves
Dew meadow puddle eyes
Bountiful bosom bouquet
On this moistly most wondrous DAZE
Two dove(er)s
Two lovers
Embraced in do-or-die
And time eats itself into
A fat belly of jollies.
:: 06-03-18 ::
EPRobles © 2018
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2018
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