Rachel St.Cross Poet Free verse

She Became Our Evermore Her, Wedded Wife

Albeit, afore their stars were borne
My Love....
There was never a doubt, that your beauty
Would become my heart's deepest desire..Soulmate.
Crossing her crowded room; our eyes engaged your kissing
Her lips with love's, joyful breast swelling, nipples your smile, then, 
She turns to bend in yes, fragrance ...Yours, in electric showers orgasmic, dreams.

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Michelle Mac Donald September 16, 2016 at 2:22 PM Ah Rachel St Croix, oui? If you were old, and in your 70's, I'd call you un vieux macreau.:) But you are young, a hopeless romantic, leaning heavily towards erotic eccentric-ism.:) Bonne chasse et bonne chance! Can never figure out if you are a she, or a he? Regardless, keep well and stay happy! Mikki