Mine Husband
His tongue spins candy floss
In his absence of a moment
A lifetime seems lost
I seek no anointment
For his caresses art mine gloss
Thy husband of mine
Thine lips make me transmogrified
In thine orbit, me spins high
Before thee, mine heart was a withering rose.
Thou art mine highs
Thou art mine zephyr.
Thy prince of Persia art pale
In mine eyes
Thine touch art all mine skin desires
Copyright © Yasemin Balandi | Year Posted 2016
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