to the tip of the cone,
to the whip of the cream,
lovers of a dark comfortable dream..
from the whirle of the pearl, to the drifting of dreaming earls,
the lovers of dreaming girls,
drifting to the kisses of lips; lovers tongues moving in swirls.
bow to stern, a mind most firm,
gifts of stars that one loves to yearn,
learn to slide the lovers burn... a shaft of pearl the body would earn.
(c)DL
to the whip of the cream,
lovers of a dark comfortable dream..
from the whirle of the pearl, to the drifting of dreaming earls,
the lovers of dreaming girls,
drifting to the kisses of lips; lovers tongues moving in swirls.
bow to stern, a mind most firm,
gifts of stars that one loves to yearn,
learn to slide the lovers burn... a shaft of pearl the body would earn.
(c)DL
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