Virtue of My Innocence
Virtue of my innocence anticipates your touch.
I am satin, weave your weft yarn over my waft yarns.
You are velvet, my kiss longs to smooth your edges even.
Together we are lace, posed on our web of desire.
My passion longs to embroider your touch on bronze silk,
so when we depart, your reminder shall stay with me.
Remove the wool from those auburn eyes,
there is no polyester in my hazel heaven.
Each bead is an emotion connected to a string you influence,
embrace them all, in your spiritual sanctuary.
I am the dance, but dancing alone,
hold me, dance with me and devour me,
let all the rose rivers flow to your estuary.
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