Hand over to me, your tender desires;
lips dried; eyes tearless; cheeks pale;
Touching your soul, within an emotion;
I become a blue ocean of my own lust!

Quench for the flames of fire in blood;
Legs tired; hands tied; mouth moaning;
falling  to confined  alluring charms;
I  become a rainbow of my own  love !

Kiss away the body, in deep obsession;
As if I can drink your lovable drops of nectar;
while smelling, tasting in a delicious sweet;  
I became a silvery cloud of my own passion.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
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