Diem Enjee

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Confession Of A Hopeless Lover - Poem by Diem Enjee

Oh, how I wish that I could be
the one to kiss the lips of thee.
For thine lips are precious things
worth more than gold or diamond rings.

Blessed body, blessed mind,
I wish and pray that you'll be mine.
To touch, caress, and kiss your skin
is the dream I hold within.

My passion, though, must stay unseen,
for my thoughts may seem obscene,
but I shall watch you from afar
and see the angel that you are.

Alas, my wishes won't come true,
and all the times that I'll see you
my mind will wander to a place
where I can kiss that perfect face.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 11, 2012

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