Earth, Your Embrace
By Darmok
"Earth, Your Embrace" by Darmok 5394 Tis no wonder of your gender, you posses beauty like that of women. Graceful curves of youthful shape, I walk into your bosom. Your seasons too, give you away, changing dress for weather. The melting pack of winter's tears, are blended here forever. Come April shower your wells are full, your rolling hills are lush. You bid me come from heat of day, and lay beneath your brush. The grass is long and tender there, afoot the shaded knoll, Where waters deep remembers day, of summer's scorching toll. Beg me rest and lay with you, upon your carpet fresh. Feel your blades of splendid touch, caress my body's flesh. I yield myself unto your breast, adorned with earth's perfumes, Wild flowered blossoms give up their scents, and seed their winter rooms. It pains me so to remove myself, from this quiet, - embrace. I lose myself in your caress, your rolling hills of grace. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 05:11 PM PST, Darmok 0 • 8
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