Love Note
(Touch of Japan)
March 12, 2015
Dear love,
Your skin feels like fresh spun silk
the webbing is so perfect
warm me with your silhouette smelling of sweet cherry blossoms
your lips are the tender pruning
to a summer banzai garden
let me taste all your gingered juices flowing through your mind
The raw flesh of your soul
Captivates my senses
Leaving me intoxicated
My your emotional sake
You nurture rice patties in my
Heart
As I feed from your sugar cane
Flood me with your tsunami
And I will build you a paradise
Until we meet again
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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