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In a second life;
If I get in another time
I will adore you
in me and in you
With lights and shades;
in colours and odours
woman made of flesh,
soft as the soft flower petals
let me to nest in your breast;
and the scream
of my poetree growing in you
Oh... my woman chiseled in breeze.
your exquisite fingers
sweetly intertwined
in the pocket of my heart ?
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By
Williamsji Maveli
Email:
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
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In a second life;
If I get in another time
I will adore you
in me and in you
With lights and shades;
in colours and odours
woman made of flesh,
soft as the soft flower petals
let me to nest in your breast;
and the scream
of my poetree growing in you
Oh... my woman chiseled in breeze.
your exquisite fingers
sweetly intertwined
in the pocket of my heart ?
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By
Williamsji Maveli
Email:
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
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