My Love

My Love, Bobby Jhonson Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms always there for each other as the rose in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your drums voice and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name, Bobby Jhonson. The evening ascends in on a great dove wing. I am calmed by your coogie that I carry into the twilight of lovebeams and hold next to my chest. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of juice. As my legs falls from my pants, it reminds me of your happy. In the hushed, I listen for the last laughfter of the spring. My heated lips leaps to my non. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret kiss so that we may kissing as one, lips to lips, in search of the glorious blue and spiritual home of love.