Fondue
Today, Valentine's day,
A date, and maybe, tonight,
You can tie me up and blindfold me,
Just as long as your scent prevails,
We'll enjoy warm chocolate,
On fruits, toes and lips,
We talk of us, the night,
And the morning,
With the chocolate that makes alcohol so overrated,
We fall for its splendor as it slivers,
Through our senses, through our touch,
The richness overwhelmes the tang,
The soothe controls the raw,
And through all of this, the silkness,
Of its everlasting carress of all things,
Wrapped within its touch upon us,
In this time,
Time, there's no such things,
Inside this seductive rapture,
We have warmed up, shared and savoured,
We bring back the fun,
And stopped calling it a chore,
Becuase if continued,
It is nothing more but, a bore,
I forgot "Sweet", which one?,
That's what drives us all to ectasy,
The combination, the combustion,
Of all things that are sweet,
You, me, the fruits, the chocolate and even the room,
Moves, yes, the earth has moved,
Just for us, just for us,
Today, Valentine's day,
A date, and now, the morning,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-09-12 at 04:50
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