My Sweet Manna - Poem by Parable Poetry
The perfection of your flesh,
laying seductive in this morning dew.
Dreaming of your sweet caress,
a single solitary taste of you.
With the extension of an arm,
you embrace me body and soul.
With the mercy of your delicate kiss,
you vanquish my heart of pious harm.
Mind a symphonic concerto,
soundtrack of this religious bliss.
Wesley Hall - 07/26/05
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