Mansion of Love I want to be buried beneath your holy skin, Beside your heart, My coffin be made of your skipped heartbeats, Ill rest peacefully in your tomb of happiness, But I will make you a four room mansion before I die. My heart Vena Cava will be our tableroom, To collect the days sorrows, pain and offices turmoil, Prepare you coffee and cocktail if you wish, Remove your shoes and off-load office files, Hug, comfort and tell you stories to arouse the hidden dimples. Ill redress your worries to my lungs at the balcony, The breeze to oxygenate your smiles... As Pulmonary Artery wash your morose clean. Purify and straighten your wrinkles as I kiss your forehead, Bring your skipped heartbeats back to life. We shall make love in our third chamber, Right Ventricle be our master bedroom, Walls decorated by profound reflection of infinite love, Heart Valves shall fence our affection, Clouds of emotions santify our love. Aorta shall pump love to your legs, Make me enjoy the curves of your body wrapped in a towel, Cat walking as you pass by my couch, Sunshine to dry your frowned face, We shall chase around our four room mansion forever.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 11:54:54 +0000
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