Word Weaver
Weave me a tale
Of whimsy wild,
Set free my sail.
Bounties of mutiny
Stir deep within.
Away, sail away
Let freedom begin.
Awaken my senses.
Tune into their beat.
Rhythm’s waves
Turn up the heat.
Touch tickles
Fickle fancies.
Sound subtly
Disco dancing.
Smell sniffs
Delights to devour.
Taste tempted
Lips pucker sour.
Eyes soften,
Spotting the way,
To feast upon life
Throughout the day.
Rest, my Sweet, rest,
Upon velvety rich dreams.
Behold your longings
Are much closer than they seem.
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