Friday, March 28, 2008

Vanilla



S
weet silken grace

Make a bed upon my tongue

as my palate is your passion’s pillow

Melting intimately within the warmth of my mouth

as I savor the virtues of your ivory innocence

Knowing if only to have loved you once

was not to have loved you
- in vain

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

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