A cutting edge loomed in the waxed visage
As she went ahead with a surge
Down the turbulent bonny lass;
The bee stung, in virile sucking spree
A rose lain soaked in golden hue
Looked up the sky with parted lips, shaking dew
A scented wind blowing in green and blue
Kissed the bloom in warm ecstasy
A journey that fulfilled a charismatic desire;
Inside the mantle of love
Crazy souls lie there to light the fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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