george albot


Morning Rain - Poem by george albot

You need to pass yourself over me,
My craving lips are waiting to taste
The morning dew, I’m dew, for your dew
Let me open my mouth, and let the flavor
Of the dew
Burst onto my tongue
I need my thirst to be satisfied

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  • Rookie - 182 Points Karen Sinclair (10/15/2013 4:37:00 PM)

    Just beautiful. Made me sigh. Thank you karen (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013


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