A SWEETENED CUP
Enfolded in a protective embrace,
Of feelings soft and cloudy;
Of sweet sensations
Pleasurably churning in my stomach;
Your love has unfurled depths
Of wildly, passionate flowery places
Mushrooming where oblivion
Hollowed out by empty spaces,
Has within me long lived.
Like a barren wasteland,
Where no delicious fountains ever flow,
But bitter streams abound –
Loneliness is a poisoned chalice
From which lonesome souls;
In vain such for succor,
But end up drinking malice
Proffered in the hands of dejection
By a maidens cold-hearted rejection.
But you, my beloved,
Have come bearing a sweetened cup.
Your cup of love
Is overflowing and dripping,
With honey flavored emotions
Promising rich intimacy.
You, my beloved,
Though still in parts a far
Have become copious portions
Of my hearts desires and devotions,
To your lush and alluring sensuality.
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