Mi Amor
Vous êtes le parfum de mon âme . . .
A vintage red flowing slowly past my moist lips
sipped in anticipation
a flower beaming her brilliant white resting
across my chest
a painted moon lain over your bare shoulder
cascading a heavenly hue
a twinkle speaking to a soul
in words never told
and this night you're existence
I'll forever hold
inside my craving heart
Aime-moi ce soir et toujours
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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