bottle of love

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bottle of love

She brushes her hair in a mirror, straight across the room

My anticipation rising, she’ll lay with me soon

All day long I’ve dreamed with her on my mind

When I think of her my thoughts submit to kind

Her long and slender body is like music to my eyes

Her voice is soft like velvet I love her tender cries

There isn’t anything about her I don’t love

 God special made her from his throne above

Suddenly the light goes out, just a candle burning

She gives herself unto me, she soothes my aching yearning

I hold her up close to me, I love to smell her sleepy breath

With the candle I can see her sparkling hair barrette

Delivered from the window breeze, I smell her soft perfume

Her body shimmered on the bed glistening in the moon

Her wet hair around her face makes her skin lovely white

I wish that I could keep a bottle of our love tonight

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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