West To Southeast
Muse comes and goes
But tomorrow’s flow, who will know?
Only a grand orchestra master of words, as yourself -
Crafting luscious sensations of the mind to play on
Romantic side to lean on -
Caressing words to a starburst
Passion flows from west to southeast
May you grab hold and release your soul
Bare all, naked words that are so full of lust
Words drips from my lips to yours in lust
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2020
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