Monday, 4 February 2013

Monday Afternoon

Monday Afternoon
I enlighten your day,
Now you return the favour.
Lead me upstairs,
Via a soft palm.
To run the bath,
Steamy with bubbles
those turn to milk
as easy talk
washes us clean.
My cheeks blush
as you avoid the sunshine
to prevent it from
your perfect vision
When I see you next
I promise you a gift,
From the Orient, perhaps.
Wait and see,
I see the trust
shine through your eyes
to me; your ally.

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