Give me your red grapes
from the hilly landscapes;
of your spicy body shapes;
Let me down into your lakes;
to drink the wet milk shakes,
A dream away in my awakes.
Give me your petals of roses;
From the thorn of blossoms;
on your soft, sumptuous ****,
Tasting its mole and tiny bits;
Let me sleep in your arms;
Smiling in my day dreams ;
Give me apples to be the kiss
of  your red and tender lips;
Let me bite and leak a pour
of a fatal love  at this hour !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com