Rapture
Rapture
how it sweeps me
along much like a stream
when you come home to me, at last
Pure bliss, when you throw me a flirty eye!
Sweet nothings whispered in my ear,
or the three magic words
makes me smile in...
Rapture
STRAND PICK 6,any theme,any form Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written and submitted: 04/08/2020
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