your sweet lips - poem



morning dew from rosy petals
men will want it more than medals

source of life, the holy grail
It’s so sacred - needs a veil


gate of heavens, your sweet lips
rosy colored with wide hips

fruit forbidden, nectar, honey
virgin spring - keep it running

forest thick, or baldy dune
worship service each afternoon

on my knees I cherish
true divine, 'til I'll perish



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