Oh
so fragile.
Soft
is how I see these lines,
Sensual
a neckline that pulse defines.
Rubbed
the form of love allowing,
Round
the orbs my eyes adoring.
Fine
are the strands of auburn hair,
Fancy
my chances of your tender care.
Coffee
the aroma underlining grace,
Captivated
by details spread across your face.
Bound
by craving to hold your hand,
Begging
that desire you could understand.
Melted
in heart, like saint Catherine,
Meaningful
hopes are that you'd be mine.
Drawn
to you by art and the craft,
Deeper
than a cavern down a pothole shaft.
Trials
for a life without a heart,
Tested
on solid foundations, a place to start.
Jumping
down into the love of agile,
Joined
by a lover who's so very fragile.
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