Love poem genorator
Your skin glows like the avocado, blossoms talent as the cherry blossom in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your piano voice and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name, Andres.
The evening ascends in on a great parrot wing.
I am calmed by your soft sweater that I carry into the twilight of starbeams and hold next to my mouth.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of blood.
As my hand falls from your fingers, I am reminded of your smile.
In the hushed, I listen for the last rain of the spring.
My heated brain breathes inside my spirit. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret heart so that we may talk as one, brain to brain, in search of the glorious black sensual bed of love.
Copyright © Victory Long | Year Posted 2025
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