The Elixer Of O Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

The Elixer Of O



Cupping my hands around her face
Drawing moist lips for a kiss
Moments of rapture fade into place
Almighty heavenly bliss

Swallow us whole into a calm
Blend us within the sunrise
Permeate the morn with a balm
Essence of love gratify.

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Pasquale DiMeola

Pasquale DiMeola

Newark, New Jersey
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