Instrumentalove By LeRoi Poet

Notes on Instrumentalove Poem below.

She is golden brown all over,

Like a warm sunset in Summer.

When I place my lips,

On hers, and blow a tender kiss,

She plays a song, and fills me with bliss.

Her curved body entwined in my arms,

Light and overcome by calm.

She whispers in my ear:

Really wish we could stay,

Still...

In this loving embrace.

Stroking her neck, fingers slide down her body slowly,

Rubbing over her buttons,

Pushing them softly...

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