Baby Be Mine Poem by Alistair Plint

Her hand
that soft skin
that golden touch
the need to feel
When his eyes cast
visions across her
fingers & read the life
through her ring finger
he stopped breathing

Her voice
whispered midnight sonnets
in the silence
of the moon & sent shivers
down the spine from his ear
to his ankles

Driving her elegance home
she "sings him to sleep"
lips held so closely to his ear
he can touch
her soft warm spearmint
breath in his longing
for Parlotone dreams
in Freshlyground
moments

Their love so lustful
yet built so firm
that she
falls asleep through
all the noise

Their love so kind
yet built so firm
that she
finds all his
weaknesses

Pearls are dropped
on pillowcases
like the feathers
falling from
midnight
heavens
in the snow

she says in the
quietest of serene whispers
"don't give up until
I'm begging you
for more"

skin to skin they melt
as one
in the eternal fire
of love's lustful
cauldron



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