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 © Julie Heckman | Year Posted 2012
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