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| With Lover's Wine Upon My Lips My love lies sleeping there, beside a blue and silver stream, wildflowers caught up in her hair, dare I wake her from her dream? A ladybug travels softly while my love lies dreaming there, climbing cross wild columbine, caught up in her auburn hair. I will steal across her, too, and travel wide such tender terrain, my lips made wet with lover's wine, will fall on her like soft sweet rain. I travel slow, then gently plunge into her dream and make her mine, having caught my love unaware, with a sudden taste of lover's wine. copyright 2001 by Roland Ricker |
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