My love sets my soul on fire
her kisses with passion
and desire lips sweeter
than Berry Wine,
Skin sun kissed by the
sun and Jasmin perfum...
scenting the Summer air.
Hair gold as August wheat,
Rapunzel curls dance
in rhythem...
She loves to dance in the
Summer rain,
looking like an Angel,
white gown floating free with
every graceful movement,
and if suddenly adorned...
with Seraph wings.
Then she approaches me,
with sweet berry tasting lips;
whispers to me...
and I reply with a nod,
nothing more needs to..
be said so by the
midnight sky so our love will climax.
by; Gayle Goff
May,2009
GAYLE ANNE GOFF
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soul-on-fire/
