Heart Strings
Posted on July 11, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Sweet darling, I beseech your heart
do not deny love’s fragile wings
as my kisses on your lips impart
sweet essence of honey, gold of kings.
As your brilliant bow plays tender strings
in this lilting concerto of rapture told
in a melody so tender two hearts sing
a love story so sublime, ancient and old.
Wrap me in strong arms, my man so bold
while rough hands caress delicate breasts
tell your dark secrets, I’ll let you behold
Every inch of my wanton yearning flesh.
With a passionate crescendo we soar above
and look down on our bodies in heated love.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Lovely… Pic, poem and music! And your last line is amazing once again! ☺❤
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Why thank you Walt. 😊❤️
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You’re very welcome! ❤☺
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❤️😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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