I Pray at the Altar of Your Lips
I pray
at the altar
of your lips
and there
sip sweetness
from your breath,
inhale
the perfume
of your hair,
enjoy
the way
the evening air
subdues you
once
again.
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Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at June 24, 2011 12:56 AM
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