Form: Sonnetina Due
Her smile is as spun gold
Shimmering on the morning cold
A goddess on the altar of love
Spreading her blessings thereof
Her lips; the crystal kiss
To send my heart to its bliss
The magic of pure love on show
Her sweet kiss, not too fast, not too slow
And I surrender to the lustful streams
On the altar of her dreams
©JGFarmer2020
A Garret Poet 