Kissed her solely, more over my own fears;
Missed wholly, her presence, for many years;
Light lips; small ****; red cheeks and blue eyes;  
All spoke to me; a language in different ways;
In that unknown; unbearable moments of lust;
I, felt like a boy of literate, intimate at its best!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com