Midnight Romance
Romance stirs in the midnight crimson glow,
on a patch of Ash of Roses Absinthe.
Blind with passionate love the petals go,
encircle a halo without absence.
Breathless, underneath the coppice and heath,
where nature plays, drinking in her beauty,
her obsidian long locks swirl beneath
her shoulders, and echoes, whose sweet duty.
Struck by her ivory, porcelain skin
and alluring pale cerulean eyes.
When I touch, I then begin thoughts of sin;
tendrils of sable charcoal smoke arise.
Dreams can come true with just one tender kiss
placed upon thy red lips, rapturous bliss.
10/13/2017
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Ashes(or Ash) of Roses Absinthe- Cerulean – Charcoal – Crimson - Ivory – Obsidian – Porcelain- Sable- Smoke
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017
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