By it dosent matter
Date: 2004 Apr 09
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poetry of face and form

Who would truly wish for poetry of face and form
For one to state that of thy lips I would draw heaven from
Plush these lips for which I ache to simply drink the taste
Of the ruby wine they are now wetted with
So slight a taste but true sustenance I would take
To fan this fire what burns within
And all simply from this caress of which my dreams begin
Lips so pressed to wind slow round down surround
In passion heated craze of brightly lit bubbled bliss
Consciousness of only two lips pressed
Whilst all else fades away in magic of a moments kiss
And the moment fades
For who would truly wish
For poetry of face and form