Mind woken
Soft spoken sunlight
Warm
Round your bosom breast
I rest my love & all of my possessions
Eyes still, eyes filled
With happy
Tender projections
Smile
You go soft across my lips
Erect on my finger tips, blest my love
A breeze
A whirlwinds whisper
Hair sailed, thinly veiled
Yet o so
My girl
You do touch me
Some test my love
Undressed
Of all my flying colours
This poem was left on the cutting room floor when Embroidered Cadillac - Love in Tennyson County was edited, for the final cut got to smashwords by clicking her