When the mist steals with ease, my dawn wakes
your two eyes seems to be like wave less lakes,
Kisses took us to fever and to final demise
through the twilight, mid- night and sunrise
I melt in your arms; my heart is always thine
odorous words tempt within me like wine
hunting for life and towards your final grace
waiting for the dusk and long desired embrace
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By Williamsji Maveli

Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com