Drawn out Like
The Ocean's Dreams
A Finer Warmth
Could never be Seen
A perfect bed
For a lovers roll
Children's daydreams
Are filled with this.
Oh, why, gently teaser,
Can't you Color
My eyes for more
Than few lazy moments?
My soul is entrapped
By You.
When I no longer Wake
I shall walk pleasantly
On the Golden, fiery
Plumage of your
Drifting fingertips...
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