Jasmine
Lost in her oasis
The contours of her skin
Desire swelters
Bathing sun glazed sin
A portrait of beauty
Temptation frames her back
An hourglass of divinity
Her sweet innocence intact
Autumn is in her hair
And springtime on her hips
Yet winter cannot taste
The jasmine on her lips
Eyes savor the splendor
Dripping from summer’s vine
Hands harvest my passion
Washing lust from this love of mine
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2005
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