Night, after a shower, laid half ****, getting ready;
in a simple glimpse on the landscape of her spicy body;
Like flowers announcing the arrival of next spring;
both my eyes took a journey over your face, to bring
near my side, the fragrance; fruits of your green garden;
Temptation again played in mind for a fruit, forbidden;
Your elegant image ever embossed in my inner mind;
a rolling meadow towards the fertile foothills , I find;
buried within the genuine desire of  passionate attain;
Your eyes were tightly closed as you looked within.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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