Sunday, March 22, 2009


As lost is my soul -
Deep within the pools of your eyes
may that my kiss be as soft as this cheek I caress.
For your mouth is warm and wet and sweet
much like a summer's peach fallen from it's tree.
Thus won’t you fall with me now
‘neath the shadowed
- Sun.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

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