Caipe

Poem By OWEN I.A. ROCHE

oh come to me
my l' il honey lips
we'll sip the wine
and in between the sips

in gentle love
among the lilac trees
we'll sip a sweeter
honey than the bees.

Oh honey lips
your honey drips
just in the rhythm
that my heart skips

in gentle love
among the lilac trees
making a sweeter
honey than the bees.

Comments about Caipe

One of my favorites. it's gentle, sweet, and right on. 'Oh honey lips your honey drips just in the rhythm that my heart skips' :)


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