Torquoise Talk

I could tell a tale until I am blue In the face. I prefer torquoise And good grace. I could speak of tender Kisses in this space but kisses have Become to tender with your tender lips And sweet cherry sips. If only I could talk up a tender thought For a salacious kiss. How could i bemoan a torquoise stone I Have never owned. Maybe I will recite a stanza about Blue rose petals but its been over done Although the beauty of the blue rose Hardly seems to fade, every day and day It last always. I could mention my adoration for the Sapphire gem in the whole of this poem But the torquoise stone is my blue love. I should say now how a shamed faced lover Was caught in the act then lying a tall tale So high it scrapped the sky. And spliced thrice inviting excitement. I shouldn't say any of these things. I am a flaming DANGER to star struck Lovers with IN EVERY FOREVER seeking Pleasure. This hunger with exact measurements Holding contempt for common sense. I wince In anticipation anxious and guessing at what comes Next. Penning the BETTER than BEST of the TONGUE KISS of a lover's chain reaction satisfying satisfaction. Throw caution to the wind if I DARE YOU. Hush Someone might hear you, but of course we are miles Away from civilization. We are alone with the night, two lovers with an Animal APPETITE. The night with the stench of unfamiliarness And the taste of cherry sips on those lips Good night my star struck lovers. THE NIGHT SPOKE IN FLIGHT.