How fresh your butter hair smells when sunlight glows in wet climate.How soft the bird song feels when coral flowers dance in the wind.                       *** of marigold surrounds our bed and only the perception consumes the air.         The river of love links us to the steam of passion,how your body wraps me up in mazing tickle.oh l am really crazy about the fragrance of our emotional petal as juice your kisses and euen the flourecent of your gazing eye helped me in my daze bcus l dozed off into you for energe How sweet your butter finger lick my passionate sweat like crushed lemon fruits.    You are just pure as black skin my sweet woman and l have found love again in you

Speaking these syllables,
I slip und stumble trying to
find a word to express
the interest (the sum of our love).
Waiting I wonder what
the weather (partly cloudy with sunshine)
of our hearts become.
Touch your hand upon my soul,
tugging the energe[tic] time /
timing turns and twist of lips.
Loving you would listen
to the love you felt even when
hands fumbled
voice cracked
notes from the past
crumbled up in your pocket
telling you this is how it should
but this is not the same.
this reaches across
farther than what you compre-
hand in yours,
love me still.