Take me to her own fruit-garden;
a feeling of blessing and pardon;
bare to my  eyes; body and  mind;  
caressing me with a sin to rewind;
I long for her softest touch to heal;
wounds of my dampened skin to feel;
Take me to her own flower paradise;
and let our bodies meet in jeopardize;
the dribble of the dawn rain outside;
would shower us with cold inside;
I wish to be in her night dream fantasy;
and to make our love; lust and life easy.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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