Weeping rose oil

I love the whistling of your steam
I love your glass and golden gleam

I hear you ticking in your sleep
I smell your rose oil when you weep

I laugh to see you try to dance
I wish I could your skills enhance

My thoughts you fill, each waking dream,
My heart is yours, and yours to keep,
My wish – just give me half a chance…

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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