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The Bloom of the Evening

by Christopher O'Sullivan 3 years ago in love poems
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My Trap

Everything you do to me

Enticing me with beauty

Dazing senses with your scent

Making me come where I went

Soft touch of petal on skin

I don't know where to begin

Or, in fact, just where to end

Feeling my will start to bend

I am trapped by your sly spell

And forever here I dwell

Yours to have just as you wish

My fate I truly relish

Subsisting on your desire

Of this choice I will not tire

This trap you have set for me

Liberates me, sets me free

If words did a fair justice

Everyone would seek this kiss

love poems

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Christopher O'Sullivan

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