I drank from her red lips, a drop of grape wine,
With a passion of love and lust preserved, in fine.
I swam along her blue waves, to cross the vast river,
After being wet and drowned into her depths in fever.
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BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From the collection of "MICROTHEMES" poems written by Williamsji Maveli.