Your love,
sweet
like ripened pomegranate
bursting on the tongue.
Symphonic
like the intro to Atomic Peace.
I am utterly lost in the wonderland
of Alice’s harp.
And soft,
your love is,
like tender kisses,
your plump lips
on the nape of my neck.
Seductively fragrant
like the scent of gardenia
blowing through the summer air.
Pleasing to the eye,
a work of Gods art
is your love.
I stand staring
into the museum of you.
Your love is other worldly
and I am intuitively drawn
into your meditative bliss.
Again
& again
& again…
By: LaQuele Frazier
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LaQuele Frazier
Storytelling is my passion. My aim as a writer is to inspire curiosity, entertain and take the audience on a journey.
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Snap snap snap
captures the essence of love in such a wonderful way.