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Hand over to me, your tender desires;
lips dried; eyes tearless; cheeks pale;
Touching your soul, within an emotion;
I become a blue ocean of my own lust!
Quench for the flames of fire in blood;
Legs tired; hands tied; mouth moaning;
falling to confined alluring charms;
I become a rainbow of my own love !
Kiss away the body, in deep obsession;
As if I can drink your lovable drops of nectar;
while smelling, tasting in a delicious sweet;
I became a silvery cloud of my own passion.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.shanthinagar.com
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
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Hand over to me, your tender desires;
lips dried; eyes tearless; cheeks pale;
Touching your soul, within an emotion;
I become a blue ocean of my own lust!
Quench for the flames of fire in blood;
Legs tired; hands tied; mouth moaning;
falling to confined alluring charms;
I become a rainbow of my own love !
Kiss away the body, in deep obsession;
As if I can drink your lovable drops of nectar;
while smelling, tasting in a delicious sweet;
I became a silvery cloud of my own passion.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.shanthinagar.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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