Like a red cherry fruit bursts;
into the tiny trunks of your buds;
in a crack of a bright dawn;
until the end of the fading dusk;
you emerge with a shiny
glimpse of a wet mild skin;
Sketching your body shapes
unveiling tempting curves;
so that my soul can whirl;
Sipping through the dry drops;
Yet I drown in my own darkness
of lust in your arms, tasting a drink !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
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