Open Poetry #39 |
My Aphrodite |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Oh Aphrodite Oh eyes, unending dreamscape windows Tell me stories of your soul inside I wonder Shall the orb to me be telling of your love? Oh lips, your fast becoming temptations love Who in time gives gifts of low remembrances Of when time was not measured and love was neither Oh hands and fingers of my Venus, give seldom I would whish forever your touch or even A chance in my dreams they’d come thither Oh softness incompare’, I would be dying On the fire of my passions flames and made a sunder For in your very skin there is passions fuel a-plenty Oh love, I could express my endless listed infatuations But you are worth far more than kind, in lists or such You are worth my sight, my taste, my touch, my skin, my love And so you are my Aphrodite I am the two-toed wanderer |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
This is just plain lovely! Very deserving of a boot up to the top. You do impress me Matt. Sandra |
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