Poem -
more love 2
We mutter none sense to places
call love
Ā
In time we will continue in echoes
let me loveĀ
Let me be in you my love
as the rhythm exceeds all times
In moments to a sensual experience
of living love
As she dies in her silence of hisses and kisses
Weakened toĀ her senses like a dream in cream
In passion
In pleasure...moments
As she looks up in fainted eyes
Lost in lust
All minesĀ
Like a journey to her heart...her mind ...her Soul
upon her i will
As my tongue performs its special gifts
soft to her soft i`m loving herĀ
Like petals showers upon her nakedness
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