Like those lotus blossoming,
during a morning cool spring;
Your blue eyes are half open;
a love lyric  now born from pen;
Your passion of lust on the face,
a dew drop melts at its surface.
Guilty over a kiss of deep pleasure;
I touch your spicy body in leisure.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com