Having Tea

A song on her lips
As sweet as a morning kiss
The morning after being ravished
Perpetual smile of a night shared
Sends shivers everywhere that's been touched
In between sips of her favorite tea
Her knees buckle from reminisce
Another one comes whispering through
Her tangled wet feathers,
Falling silently at her feet.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-18-06...7:15pm
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