Passionís Bloom

I wished a pretty gift
yet nothing was reserved
it would give me the lift
the love I truly deserved
sheís just one bubbly tart
thereís way to her heart  
the way to it is surely an art
yes! tunnel of love has a part
oh lord I would subtlety sin
a loving kindness with a kin
she a temple, a shrine within
many entered, none stayed in
to encounter is a like a pilgrimage  
knowing her as I am coming of age
reading me clearly, Iím on her stage
touching me gently, erasing my rage
a shadow rises, she ainít a ghost
whatever goes, sheís simply a host
her deep dark eyes, is a path to last
tattooed heart, care not whatís past
words she said, flawlessly itís grace
even itís said from a haunted place
I care not, because itís beyond fate
swiping right, are choices we make
strange notes, throughout the night  
thoughts of passion is just alright  
the soul needs to be loved, itís right
without it, any life is with no delight  
a speed demon, todayís surprise
sheís all fullness, an amorous life
an Spanish looking angelís reprise
catching my attention were her eyes
a beautiful ambrosia, canít just be plucked  
once blossomed, the lips are naturally pucked
future memories mingled, heightened by your perfume
bearing all the exotic, as you experience passionís bloom!
Written by XiaoLong
Author's Note
By George S Viereck
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