by Tim Kavi
sea breeze
gentle rose fragrance
goddess gowns
dance in soft caress
midnight romance
her smile
said to approach
her
I moved quickly
it might be the only
and last chance
sweet Chinese eyes
lapped in starlight
shone in her love
she sighed
and the waves crashed
her gown flapped
in the breeze
I beheld her beauty
I turned to kiss her
and it was your smile that met
my lips.
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