‘O’ my angel of paradise,
Is this thy lips,
or is this rose;
Thy tears are sorbet,
wish caress thee syrupy eyes;
redolence of your sweat,
strews ambiance,
stimulates the feeling,
of exotic love;
Your white bright complex,
radiates the heaven,
sprinkles lustrous ignis;
When you walk, it’s like,
Roe cool gait,
Fitted jean and top,
on your bust,
waist and hip gestures,
thou an ocean babe;
O’ my angel of paradise,
Is this thy lips,
or is this rose;
Wonderfully passionate write depicting the minutest details of the allurements displayed by the physique of the buxom damsel captivating the mind of the poet. Nice write-up. Enjoyed reading.9 points.
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on your bust, waist and hip gestures, thou an ocean babe; O’ my angel of paradise, Is this thy lips, or is this rose; Expression of great wonder at the sight of your fascination..... love your poem. thank you dear poet. tony