Dark and lovely
How Hoely
Looking into your bright eyes
With a wide grin so high
Like I could touch the sky
The more I feel your presence
It smells like frankicense
Oh, I remember your name
Frank you said
You really look holy but I prefer
you being hoely
Leave out innocence
it doesn't buy one sense
Hold on to me Frank
in all honesty, not in prank
I want to feel you
Your first touch through
the embrace makes my heart race
Your aura, radiates through in plural
Okay, let me get a hank to put in our hands
walk through the aisle, my sweet Frank
©jummykay
J