Poem -
A Death Passion
You have yet to touch,
My soft skin and flesh,
 Feel the throbbing blood.
You have yet to kiss
My erotic nipples and breasts,
To heal the bursting desires
You have yet to embrace,
My spicy body and mind,
To deal the creative aspires
Are you not feeling alone?
Hand in hand
 Let us make this journey,
A death passion,Â
along with my ownÂ
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Cherie,
We have never seen our creator, A creator cannot create an art or beauty by himself. It is done with the help of a bodily substance or virtual soul. In this, poem, I depict two images, one of a man and another of a women, Once, both are united for a creativity, their existence ends to begin and another creature takes their place - A reproduction of their own body ans soul. In other words, a sexual affair is just a way of death - a  death Passion.Â
Regards,
Willy