...I sacrifice my sleep to you, my bed is your altar...
Finely dressed in black velvet
Hair done up in Heaven's glory
& lights twinkling in those starry eyes
A blush of Orion across silken cheeks
& moonlight playing on infinite lips
And yes, oh yes,
A hint of Night Air perfume drifting
Such a wonderful imagination you bring to your poetry. you certainly are good at descriptive things. Words must come easily to you. For me, they come slowly but surely, but mine are so simple towards yours.
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