at last
By Doc Watson
To put so soft this mouth to yours is like tasting heaven itself In a kiss that seems to spill like wine upon these glistening lips it wakes the constellations sent swirling before mine eyes as i stagger quite dizzily in a sweet euphoric high catch me, delicate angel...in the billowing warmth of your wings should i become too flushed by the beauty of your uncovered skin which finds mine in a quivering release of joy long kept within opened now to me, in you at last my heart doth sing in this moment you will see me as no other really can connected so directly with the spirit of this "man" you will find a love that flows in honesty and truth and realize it is the same that leaves me drunk on youit may seem like the title does not go with the poem, but at least one or two know what i mean...so please just go with it and don't crucify me with the forked palette of criticism. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 11:46 AM PST 0 • 8
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"To put so soft this mouth to yours is like tasting heaven itself..."