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Post by Ron on Mar 28, 2010 19:36:06 GMT
As I gazed upon my roses My lady stood by me, And as one oft supposes I thought that she would see, Then as my passion took me She whispered words so soft, And wrapped her arm around me And held my head aloft. I told her of the wonder I felt that instant there, My senses all asunder, Expectation in the air. My eyes were filled by beauty My ears by by sighing breeze, Whilst scents spicy and fruity Wet my lips with urgent tease. My senses, I said with awe, Drowned in rose born sea, She turned and closing the door, No sense at all, said she! i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd161/GWDAdmin1/Smilies/Default/smiley.gif |
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