Monday, July 10, 2006

Fruit of Summer

Cool Summer's Eve
Windy, blown around leaves.
Curtains slowly undrawn
To your beautiful soul sworn.
Nights of heavenly bliss
Ignited by a kiss.
Deep within your heart
Fire blows me apart.
Eyes endlessly transfixed
Entwined, hungrily mixed.
Beautiful tone of skin
Enticing me to step within.
Devour the fruits of your love
Tranquility, as white, as the dove.

2 comments:

FOUR DINNERS said...

I'm a punk. I shouldn't like this stuff. But I do. More please....

Sara said...

Punx are, underneath it all, sensitive softies! ;)
I have loads and loads more - I might just post a few more.
Glad you appreciate them...nice one