She Is Now Divine and Mine
She is now divine and mine.
Her eyes replaced with stars.
Her lips soft, eternal butter.
Her hands feathers,softly ticking with every touch.
Her intensely keen nose,smelling every spray of my love divine.
A heart of a lioness,every beat feeding my pride.
Copyright © Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet | Year Posted 2012
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