Unreserved Passion - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
She seductively sat
Upon my lap like a child,
Like a kindergartner
With proud innocent curls
On a sexy, naïve evening.
She placed her fingers on my lips,
She then pressed
Her whole hand
Against my chest,
She traveled south
And gave the slightest
To my sensitive region.
By soft October bridges
In the dark, romantic wine-glass night,
She told me not to speak,
Just to think wordless prayers.
And kiss her with unreserved passion.
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