Is your body, so yielding, so tender;
Is your sweat, too salty, so render !
In my whispers, a passion desire;
burns for true lust to fuel the fire !
black book written; with no preface;
Pain never speaks; nothing on face ;
lodged to have love; longed for hate;
Life begins and ends up in debate;
touched, kissed, hugged each other;
vowed in a ******* to one another !
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BY
WILLIAMS G MAVELI
[email protected]www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
www.microthemes.com