Tall Glass

A tall glass filled with desire
A slender vessel made from fire
A soft dear taste licked there again and again
on my lips eternally ...perhaps it's merely a dream

Would that love sound any clearer
those magic words to make
and sweeter than a breeze against her hair
fingers would dance so dearly there

Coursing that lower lips path
and pause mid trek to see
and ponder then
would they open , please to me

And speak no more these sounds
softened and held still under ground
as you wish ...(softly )you need but close the door
finis et amour fragilisa bella flore

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