This poem is dedicated to Andrea, I wrote it for her on her birthday.
Her eyes like
fire
Burn into my soul
Filling me with desire
As they burn a blackened hole
Her touch like lightening
flings me across the room
Yet it's light as a feather
But it brings about my doom
Her lips like roses
Soft against my skin
Striking pouting poses
Filling me with sin
Her spirit has strength
Her movements hold grace
I would go to great lengths
To lay a kiss upon her face
A beauty that's untold
No one has ever seen
Her wings now unfold
She is my muse, she is my queen
Her thoughts remain hid
Not for anyone to see
I would do as she bid
Even though her thoughts.........
are not of me
By
Ian H. Moore
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