Subtle InfatuationA Poem by Sam I AmSweet, warm breeze of summer kiss her curly locks of gold, caress her rosy cheeks. Now, blow me your married vapors So that I may feel her presence, And breath in her precious fragrance far sweeter than your own. © 2008 Sam I Am |
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