karen’s kiss

          (doubt that the stars are fire

          doubt that the sun doth move his aides

          doubt truth to be a liar

          but never doubt i love – shakespeare)

 

just like the fruitful apple tree

that grows and blooms from just one seed

my desire is on fire

for your kiss that i require

 

with longing for your supple breasts

both at the heart of this behest

with beauty that’s personified

in phrases such as i would die

 

for your sweet charms within my arms

where all my senses are disarmed

in surrender i will render

flawless rhymes about your splendor

 

your eyes of green make me serene

and in our bed i will convene

a soft caress of ivory flesh

with sighs upon your suppleness

 

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