The Bluebirds Whistle - a Modern Look At the Birds and the Bees
...the birds having nothing on you
each tasty morsel drips
deflowered
pleasingly scoured then devoured
divine
your lips to mine
feelings so fine
I find
kindness caressed in kiss
late night hours dismissed
arousals arriving and thriving
inside it resides
touches pulsing with time
symphonics conduct
and seduct in interlude
but never concludes
stillness in tune
morning whispers
a rising sun smiles
and listens
as the bluebirds whistle
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