Eros
The early morning
harbors our secrets
I am lifted
by her love
Surrounded and fed
embraced by her love
Late at night
I compare
the moon to her face
But the moon
does not have
her ruby sweet lips
Sex was the seed
her kisses the flower
passion is our fragrance...
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013
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