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Midnight Pearl

Auburn hair cool to the touch in
Luscious  moonlight I breath in
your scent. 

Sweet oranges drip from your lips
Tasting fresh leaving my mouth 
Hungry.

Plump painted hues in evening's sighs,
Your eyes are the blue of midnight,
Clustered softly against my breasts.

Your fragrance pure as wildflower honey.
You tend to the gardens and gather 
Violets for me. 

Your arms are jewels that hold me 
As our pulse beats together as one.
Queens and virgins of heaven will
Will always love your sacred ways. 






Midnight Pearl Contest
Julie Heckman

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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