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Jul 2019
Winters' chill yester-night slid into my room,
Into my room, unannounced, found herself she a place under my sheetings
Allover mine body her caressing, chilly and inviting,
Inviting to my head thoughts of Summer, her last words "one day you'll miss me"
Miss her this day I do not, but her warmth, her warmth my mind keeps recalling, my body needing, my heart desiring
Hatred for her midday scorching heat, long gone is that feeling
Only her warmth, her early morning warmth, Oh her tender nibbles on my skin...
...To the one I took for granted
Written by
Tatenda Ncube  26/M/World
(26/M/World)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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