Stroke Of Time
Final Exam from teacher begins
***Prelim***At the stroke of hands, I know this time,You slow me down,You are my rhyme.My spacious pace,Your lips, my grace,You know my place,Inside your face.I clutch your locks,Your silken flocks,Pull close your mouth,Oh please stay south.Your lips divineTraverse sublime,Drink from this vine,My fine white wine.***Final Exam***Yes take me in,You are my sin,Your mouthBecomes my shrine.No clocks dare run,Once we've begun,I...