It's the spot down in the underlying valley Where the roses are pink and fresh in dew Plush and moist by the anxiety of morning Where the deepest caresses and kisses lay Here I can feel the velvet skin against my face As the air of my own breath sends the garden in sway And I catch the scent of the perfumed petals Filtering to my mind and coating my smile. Here, I can fold in my fingers The silky, elegant blouse of the night Bare the skin of the precious earth And view from the horizon her magnificent look. Here, I am the sun, with warmth at my fingertips And heat throughout my body Used to feed into her, light and heavy.
Reason for writing:
Oh, the pleasure of pleasing....
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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