Serenade of nimble nightingale
Decorates the argent of thy linen,
Our deep liaison sure cannot fail,
It's like blessing what we're feeling.
When thy lips are a little open,
I feel the passion in every breath,
My heart in fever, fervent oven,
The night for two and pink romance.
Like kissing swans make cordiform,
Thou and me are pinned forever,
Hunting high n low, I found my home,
Supper on the roof seems good endeavour.
Thy body curves drive me mad,
There's nothing better than be thy lad.
Heart Rose Sonnet
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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