Awake In Your Palm
Poem By CHRISTOPHER ROBERT
I am awake in the cradle of your sweet palm,
With your eyes gazing through the mirror of my heart,
Sweet in deed are those palms
Holding my slothful head dizzily to a mid night rest.
How could I ever awake from this dreams
Where candy and chips are free and honey serve as coffee.
Sweet breast candy and pussy chips all waiting for me in your world To take freely with no cost.
Reconsider if you want me awake,
For sweet is your world and nice is the scent coming from the palace of your sexy private.
Kiss me through the night and wear this love garment I have offered to you as a gift bought on my way from Eden's City,
Where Adams and Even were evicted and given to us to spend our unending days.
Lets pay the price,
Not like Adam and Eve,
But like Romeo and Juliet who through love madness offers their lives for each other's woe,
And in death they were remarried.
Let our love dance continue to no end
And in sweet and tough times will you see Christopher Gazing at you with smile priceless than a ship cloth with diamond.