Virgin Leaves

The eloquent foundation of a treaty evolved Luck danced within the fabric that was our skin Virgins we were to such tasteful artistry Senses sharpening with each candid discovery Phosphorescent rivulets blandished our bones Displaying bravuras of a sensory love By the vines of felicity we were skeined A bed of our locks sleet had designed Fleet each word had become razed Illustrating wicked fallacies