Give Me Your Shoulder
Give me your hands and lips
I want to lay my desire,
My mind and dreams
On them, my love.
My beloved,
I began writing this poem
Both thirsty and hungry
Knowing so well
That nothing but your warm lips
Can quench my thirst.
I know, oh, too well,
That nothing but your bright smile
Can satisfy my hunger for beauty.
So, give me your beautiful hair
To entwine my gentle kisses in it.
Give me your shoulder
So I can shed my tears of joy,
And my world of love on it.
I love you, my pretty angel
I love you to the sky and above.
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