As gently as the Irish dew caresses the morning blade,my kiss settles upon thy lips and my hand affirms thy breast.
Oh how a smile does broaden across an ever-widening face.
My spire excites, when ever your kiss doeth grace.
I flow o’er you, like a warm summer’s breeze flowing over a cool Irish glade, as gentle kisses of air excite each pleasured blade.
Lasting still, impressions in remembrance from where our lips hath lain.
Our tenderness honest and true, binds us in rapture.
Eager to set aside our aches and pains, worries and woes.
You complete me and lift my spirit, my heart, my soul.
When fears reminisce, they give rise to memories long since thought vanquished.
Like dragons of old, as yet un-slain, they return to threaten our love.
Gloom gathers upon distant horizons.
Then as an antidote we become as one and all are laid to waste in love’s sweet eclipse.
I find reason in our love’s ever-embracing grasp, it engulfs my very being.
Your scent is all around me, placental in it‘s bliss.
Our hearts make haste, There’s a quickening, and ecstasy abounds in each loving and gasping embrace, each touch, each taste, each pleasuring sighing ache!
An Irish Angel’s love hath cures for ales yet unseen or known or spoken.For it renews and heals the soul of a man, purifying him from within.
When an Irish Angel bestows her love, a man can make himself anew.
For you are the Irish Angel that I lust for, thou should know this promise to be true…
You have my heart! You have my love! You are my soul!

That is so beautiful a very exceptionally nice write

Thank you, I appreciate the comment.
Bill

Thanks:)