I Wonder
by SunRaeŠ1999
If dreams do come true?
Just like the ones I have of you.
Images foraging forever new hues.
golds, pewter, asuer blues.
The mystic speaks
reveals the tongue
unleashes the fire
of passion to come.
Kisses are the vessels.
lingering the torment
carress my heart
hasten, harken! The lament.
Keeper of the heartcave
hold on tight
to the love I gave
don't let it take flight.
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