Sunday, February 26, 2012

(((◕◕◕...❤Can't Stop Thinking Of You❤... ◕◕◕)))

 …So I'm Sending This,
 Flower of Love by Claude McKay

The perfume of your body dulls my sense.
I Want Nor Wine Nor Weed,
Your Breath Alone Suffices
In This Moment Rare And Tense
I Worship At Your Breast.
The Flower Is Blown
The Saffron Petals Tempt My Amorous Mouth,
The Yellow Heart Is Radiant Now With Dew
Soft-Scented, Redolent Of My Loved South;
O Flower Of Love I Give Myself To You
Uncovered On Your Couch Of Figured Green
Here Let Us Linger Indivisible
The Portals Of Your Sanctuary Unseen
Oh, With Our Love The Night Is Warm And Deep!
The Air Is Sweet, My Flower, And Sweet The Flute
Whose Music
I worship at your breast. The flower is blown,
The saffron petals tempt my amorous mouth,
The yellow heart is radiant now with dew
Soft-scented, redolent of my loved South;
O flower of love! I give myself to you.
Uncovered on your couch of figured green,
Here let us linger indivisible.
The portals of your sanctuary unseen
Receive my offering, yielding unto me.
Oh, with our love the night is warm and deep!
The air is sweet, my flower, and sweet the flute
Whose music lulls our burning brain to sleep,
While we lie loving, passionate and mute.

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