Envisage nigh the light of angels see,
Dawn sweet quiet drops of passion dew.
Upon the lips of desire, suckle divine.
Breast of love in distance view.
Be only fantasy, in eyes of flowers white,
Beats fine rhythm across the sky.
Part thereof soul be given,
One night and this peasant shall die.
Eyes to dine in your harvest moon,
Pleasure a heartbeat away.
Kiss me sweet long, then we'll be.
Lost for hours, play.
By Craig Williams
© 2007 Craig Williams (All rights reserved)
