American Girl in Wales

Arms enfolded around my own

This rose you gave me last night,

It was the taste in my mouth, of desire,

Its the taste of male and female wine,

Of lips parted and pouted in the final note, mixing,

The sign of a body’s trembling softly releasing,

Fallen and limp into arms once more,

Of kissing softly and allowing the first taste of heavenly charm,

With innocent eyes and red lips,

The gift of a look, of ecstatic happiness,

When no words are needed,

Unspoken, and forever mine,

A destiny waiting,

To be fulfilled.

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