Svelte is my sweetie,
Adorned in her velvet robe of virtue;
Queen of my tenderness.
By dreaming and loving,
I have watched her loneliness
Feed on my yearning presence.
By daydreaming of love,
We have watered little, the
Embers that quicken our tender flame.
Of deluge or dehisces,
In cumulus forms of love cure;
Ecstasy in two skins of fire, to tango.
Mellow in shy lights, she
Dispels my fear of self-denial;
Reassurance and comfort in her modesty.
Svelte is my sweetie,
In her velvet robe of virtue,
She piques my utmost craves.
©Uche (2006)
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