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Aug 2020
My fingertips softly glides along it's silken surface.
Skin as soft as feathered silk
In servertude we are to our love.
Pleasing all of you my eternalΒ life's purpose .

Your florescent smile against the backdrop of a starry night.
The dim moon envious of its glow.
It illuminate the darkened universe.
Your radiant essence eternally my guiding light.

Your birth the wings of my confidence.
like the wind guides a feather
You make me want to be a better me
Soar to a higher consciousness.

You are my heavenly earthly angel
Your tongue taste devine
Our union blessed in nirvana
Our love religious, devotees, it has it's own shrine..
Our love is a religion.
We stanuch followers
We devote in its following
Our hearts is our wedding ring.
Written by
Faizel Farzee  34/M/South Africa
(34/M/South Africa)   
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