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.
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