New Pleasures Prove (3 ratings) by Mark Wells
NEW PLEASURES PROVE
With zeal I try to hide thee,
Intense passion is a blur.
Like the humming of beauteous bees,
Sweat perfume resembled myrrh.
For we are one caged in love,
I will always wish to keep thee.
White doves explode inside you,
Within the spring of love.
As we moved away drenched we lay,
Your vision of verdant gusts gleam.
My furnace would not fade,
I want to sip your heat; I want us both to dream.
Kisses that will wraith that will linger,
Hands underlet her spine.
Deep inside my love with joy,
Two souls locked in sweetening wine.
Whats the use in being single?
We were meant to be an ocean.
In immortal lovers motion,
Tongues will tingle, as they mingle.
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