Mid smothered sighs, beckon to wind
smiles play around corner of your lips.
Guilty pleasure, smoked strawberries
beguile me to carry your world on hips.

I know your design, greed and lust
monsters that madly sweep the sky.
You forget they can not please this eye.

Though ardor, raging, gushed as sea
Love, advise me not on how to speak-
Guilty pleasure, gourmet blue cheese
observe as you try to soothe and tease.

I know your design, greed and lust
monsters that madly sweep the sky.
You forget they can not please this eye.

 

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Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

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