Saturday, November 17, 2018


Surrounded in your incense, like a lost exotic flower
Who's longing for a down pour, but content within your shower
My tongue absorbs your taste, before my breath exhales your dew
Like nectar from an orchid, that could never bloom like you
The honey found inside, is like a sweet forbidden fruit
Discovered in a garden, where its realms are absolute
If heaven is a place, then it's in heaven where I lay
Within your warm oasis, all of Eden on display

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