The river's sun shimmers upon her gentle skin;
to then reflect within my heart for evermore.
and in the gentle wished hints of her kisses;
she leaves on me a secret scent of jasmine,
that ripples through my heavy open doors.
and then on to where starlight's perfection,
is found among the golden apples of the dawn.
she'so achingly full of warm and sensual sighs,
Which in their form, hide nothing from my eyes;
they lack all inward hints of sad introspection,
and rest in the gentle touch of her sure connection.
oh, how I feel longing in the warm summer rain,
and the now rising pulse within her tender veins.
As the rolling tides of time come slowly round again;
so then so slowly thrust then just gently slide;
arm and arm, with her, along this golden shoreline.