I urge for her blue eyes;
For I am starving unlike before
She is my own river!
Her length is boundless

I beg for her soft lips;
For I am devoted unlike earlier
She is my own mountain!
Her height is *******

I desire her black moles;
For, I am thirsty unlike past
She is my own deep ocean!
Her depth is bottomless.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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