with
pen and ink i often think about your suppleness
my
poems are always on the brink with longing for your kiss
the
ecstasy which comes to me when thinking about you
would
fill up every ocean underneath a sky of blue
wherein
the streams of gentle dreams flow like tributaries
your
beauty warms the frozen heart till all it can carry
is
the rapture replenishing the streams which fill the sea
which
cannot hold and overflows covering everything
wherein
i drown in the abounding beauty you possess
the
tempest waves of all i crave are all i can express
you
inspire such desire by simply being you
more
beautiful than anything the human eye can view
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