A feel, yielding so much warm.
A soft voice, full of  charm
A breath of lovable  commit
A wreath of  lustful submit

No expressions written
No promise of uncertain
No lies being told at night
No looks ahead insight

desire to be in arms  each other
Vowed to love truly  one another
Such worthless hours face to face
Being left deserted, while on race
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com