By B.K.
Date: 2005 Apr 18
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Loves High Noon

As I melt into a puddled velvet swoon
The sun creates perfect crystal prisms
Across this lovers high noon
And as sunlight shimmers
Sublimely across the bed
I beg of you Darlin
Just one half hours rest
Until desire again stages its play
Making love the art form
Of this incredible spring day