Sharing in a hut next to your valley;
Our thoughts travel in the same air;
Smell of sweat; inhales of breaths;
deep and pure are our *******;
your arms entangled into mine,
Captured in and around my necks
my head placed on your breast,
Slowly we come downhill from elevated;
I pluck the red rose buds off You;
fingers peel petals from the skin;
my hand in Your silky hair;
Flowing nectar from cherry lips;
my arms wrapping Your shoulders;
until  cries of ecstasy explode
Can be heard in the twilight;
Sentiments and bliss whispered
Sweet kisses upon the lips,
exhausted; embraced; we slept;
tied as one into one.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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23rd April, 2013