Let me put an orange blossom in yr hair
As I undo yr tie and strip off yr clothes
Then I'll sketch yr likeness until the evening sun has fallen
Leading you to bed after the moon has risen
Where I'll cover you with all sorts of blossoms
Until the air is scented with the fragrance of an orchard
Making love to you as the dawn arrives
With the moment that you leave our bed
My heart will cease
Fragrance of love! ! ! Blues of the flowers. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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An extremely sensual and arousing work, Im usually like ice when it comes to works such as this but even I felt slightly stimulated. wowsers! READ Behind closed doors.