A Love Sonnet (Copyright 2008)

A love sonnet 

She’s so beautiful-so magnificent.

Her hair’s dark brown, and crinkles at the ends.

She talks with a lisp, and smiles bashfully.

Her gaze is deep, penetrating, but gleams.

Everything about her is special.

Her expression of love is sensuous.

I love it when she touches my bare hands,

rubbing my palms with her soft fingertips.

She’s free of bounds, but full of mysteries.

Full of secrets, and things that I can’t describe.

Full of passion, full of love, full of joy.

Which she reveals to me in slow lingers


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