My love is hidden in your tears;
My lust is a burden in your fears;
My feather touch is on your ****;
the  weather cools down  on your visits.
Your are now my outdoor nature;
Within you, a life becomes mature;  
Sweet honey flows on the red lips;
Ripened fruits grow on your ribs.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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