Page 27 - My Little Book of Perfum'd Poetry
P. 27
"The allure of this fragrant dream,
Draws yin to yang like moth to flame,
Stoking a bond that canst be tamed,
Nor told with e’en a thousand reams.
The softness of that silken kiss,
Revealed in layers of unveiled bliss,
Consumes my body, my soul, my all,
As I, into it's embrace, fall"
