Sensual Poem

Drawing with Lips

O My love,
Night draws with the brush of dream
The silhouettes of desire....
I behold you
Yearning for love
And me...
Thus I see my self
Drawing with the brush of lips
The lines of the body,
Coloring it with the colors of summer
And rain...
The painting smolders
Becoming a forest of wine
And madness...!!

All rights reserved, Munir. Copying without permission for non-personal use is forbidden.

Poetry by munir mezyed
Read 795 times
Written on 2006-12-10 at 20:02

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text

Rob Graber
A very successful sensual analogy here!