Like the bees busy making honey,
I love kissing my Honey,
Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust,
I love you more,
Than your mother does.
My heart beating like drums,
hands clapping like churches,
Lips so kissable like Roses.
My feet needs a (14) days rest,
They are too weak,
her love, my place of rest.
her body my cushion,
she loves playing games,
love seeing her with the bat & balls in hand,
wishes coming through like a swing of a wand.
Like a day at Wimbledon,
speechless, awe.
The mind wonders,
Elmer Fudd shh.. I am hunting Rabbits.
The joy of a hole in one.
The image of her beauty,
Halleluyah..
Quintin & rubbing eyes.
Her body glows..
such excitement, what a surprise..
About the Creator
Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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