Espresso Gold

A Poem by Zenny Jones

Espresso Gold

Thy lips of espresso gold,

Convey to me,

Your desperado untold.

Thine eyes for your own,

Merriest of forbidden

Pleasures,

To hold.

Your supple smile upon

Thine own,

Reveal.

Amidst only

To conjure,

To conceal.

Parlay, if I may,

To implore

The keenest sense

Of your fulfillment,

I adore.

Gently now, our merriment. . .

Embarking upon salutation.

No more our desire,

Of infatuation?

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Added on March 23, 2008

I have been an amateur writer for the past 5 years having several of my works published in the US as well as the UK. more..

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