Three Roses

 

 

Roses, a gift from me heart
to show in art I love ye.
Each bloom presents part of me
for nae te see, only thee.

A rose that shines purest white
brin' delight before thine eye.
Spake tae ye of love divine;
I nae define or deny.

A rose of red, crimson hue,
me passion's dew, I love ye,
in words that within this tryst,
ye ken me kiss, ye tease me.

The last rose the hue nae ken,
bud waits for when softest skin
shall touch me heart beneath thee,
ken I love ye, we are yin.

 

‘m cara ‘m Eos

Beautiful Agony

Lady lay safe in my arms
nothings harms, I watch you sigh.
a gentle touch on your skin
let me in and softly die.

Lady lay safe in my arms
loving charms sensual cry
lose control and let it go
caressing slow as we lie.

Lady lay safe in my arms
no alarms tell of your bliss
le petite mort comes again
With no pain in lover’s kiss.

Lady, lay safe in my arms,
stormy balms of love tonight.
Beautiful -- the agony
that sets you free in delight.

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