Thou Art To Me a Delicious Torment-W

Once saw you freshly bathed, with glowing soft skin And remember your hair with the stars and the moon Grey-blue eyes piercing through my desiring heart a-cry The greenest of things blue, the bluest of things grey You fuller pouty lower lip alluring to my upper lip I don’t need to get tips, as beautiful lips sink ship I remember your look, making me quite nervous Those eyes leaning, increasing my heart beats Come in my garden, roses want to see you blossoming The recesses of my heart needs to feel throbbing Come, my mind wishes to feel intellectual touch Come in dreams, I wish to confront reality as such. =================================== Fifth Place winner in Contest: Sentimental Love Letters sponsored by Audrey carey