Monday, July 27, 2015

She Moves with Grace


She moves with grace
A goddess
Ethereal
A breath of sweet perfume
that haunts my core

My dream, my temptress
My heart was enthralled with a glance
A smile
A wink

Your form follows me
By night and day you stalk my dreams
Oh my lovely
My sweet
My darling
End this game and come to me

(C) 2015 DWP
After reading some many poems lately, I HAD to write something.  Why not about love?
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