Showing posts with label His tongue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label His tongue. Show all posts
Thursday, July 23, 2009
His tongue,
accented to precision,
Devoted to taming her
wildly desperate passions,
To control the languishing
arduous zones
of fiery temptations,
Translated her to
celestial altitudes,
Their flowering union
lost in darkness.
Labels:
flower,
His tongue,
lost in darkness,
poetry,
union
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