FEELINGS

She walks, watches, and feels.
Murmurous lips haunt,
Summer eyes blustery, sweet, steal.
A vision or a walking dream,
Magic's immortal we were a team.
Beams made me stop to think,
Fragrance in those lips almost bloomed pink.
A phantom when she stood still.
Feeling watching me on the lush grass,
I swallowed her pill.
With tender kisses, expresses, caresses,
Our honey such tenderness.
So both we are a sculptors grace,
Amongst fields of green a spiritual place.
Words of cherish uttered,
As our scent entwined and fluttered.