Golden Hair

Satin soft, her golden crown of hair
fine in ways few babies ever
come to know at all
and oh, sweet whisper of her voice
that speaks in tones of love sublime
divinely uttering the truth of heart
through flesh, so innocent and knowing

Reaching out, he dares to touch
his greatest wish as yet unknown
and breathes her breath of air
now spoken true
so soft and ripe and succulent
within a radiance of beauty calling
almost falling from the tree
of life and love itself

One taste and all his senses
fill themselves within an ecstasy
of satisfaction never known before
with every touch, another door flies open
for there within, lie heavens never spent
crowned with all the glory
of her golden hair divine...

? Michaelette ?

4/19/2001
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