Red Flannel
By 1stpoet
Red Flannel I love her in red flannel color of a bright apple and that of my eye she is the delicious taste of her kisses my mouth begs for those juices and I hunger for her beauty I love her in red flannel fire’s heat captured in her flesh we make love and the embers of embrace warm me on cold days I cradle her closely and the glow from her eyes melts me I love her in red flannel a relaxing reflection of the sunset riding upon her cloud-like whispers of love blown upon my ears I rest with her, as night comes © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 08:17 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Red Flannel..."