Would open to me, like a
dendrobium in the summer?
Drench me in your love, trap
me with your allure.
Extract my shy and hiding
self,
and you've taken me off the
dusty shelf.
The dancing fire in your
passionate gaze
cuts me like a sharpened
razor blade.
I don't deny it drinks my
resistance,
with a smile seemingly
incandescent..
Stroked by a passing,
playful gust,
we're just strolling, both
of us.
Walking the river banks, you
hold me close,
and whisper softly, "Don't
let me go,"
A spoonful of love, I've
been fed.
Like a newborn's mother, I
know you're there.
The vaults in the depth of
my heart,
will house no other, but
you, dear lover.
