Treasure Island

Cheryl Renaud


Advents of the Sun


Over my empty shoulders
I want you to sear past my skin
Split my valley with your hair
as I lay on my back
I'll gaze at you between mountains
Watch you rise and set
I want to wrap myself around you
Arms and legs made of blue
Cold lips warmth for you
Leaf-draped in pink and orange
as you hug me nightly
Spread your hair when
you dream under my sea

Submitted: Friday, July 14, 2006
Edited: Monday, August 16, 2010

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  • Barbara Terry (7/15/2006 4:48:00 AM)

    OMG...this is so beautiful and romantic, Cheryl. Strong sexual ecstacy shows through this, as well as pure love. You have written this very well, Cheryl, thanx for sharing. Barbara (Report) Reply

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