Friday, January 12, 2007



May I offer you a bite, to quench your soul
Some juice to fill your cup
Your delights of temptation fill me with sweetness
I swoon to the magick in your touch

Drink I say, till you can drink no more
As I pour out myself unto you
Your lips so sweet they smell like perfume
They quench the thirst in my soul

As dark turns to day I delight in you
Your sweet juices flood my mind
Like a river unleashed I drown in your waters
And rest on the banks of your arms

Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano


bryan obliveon aka alchemistofsorrows said...

very,very nice least I think so..

grnidlady said...