Your body is a canvas,
where I sketch my
images of love;
Your lips are ripened fruits,
where I pluck my
desires of lust;
Your long hair is a river,
where I swim along with
the flow of  the wind.
Your ******* are white doves,
nested and nurtured  in a
  cage of milky glow;
In short;
You are being
poured, served
in hot;
into my cups of thirst!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com