The Day of Love
When the morning does breathe
And the darkness does flee
I feel the desire within...
As I caress you once again...
This is the morning of love...
When the sun beats down
Upon the ground
Together we embrace...
As I touch your lovely face...
This is the afternoon of love...
Beneath the ebony of the night
Upon you, I set my sight
Bodies become one...
As a web of passion is spun...
This is the night of love...
Slowly... drifting... off...until...
The next day of love
Copyright © Sanford Weir | Year Posted 2019
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