Morning Caress
Morning caress come unto mind as
view of world becomes thy charcoal eyes,
It’s bliss to be back feeling the rush
another day of scented smiles.
If heart could only speak to thee
It would sing praises untamed and raw,
To mind that raises up as
Covenant searching that rarest dew.
Moist lips glorified by all angels,
The face exalting calmness of love
Unknown spirit that heals crimson in soul
thou art devotion gentle as the dove.
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