She

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I urge her aqueous eyes,

For I am hungry unlike before

She is my own river……

Its length unbound

I beg for her

Soft curves,

For I am resistant unlike before

She is my own mountain,

It's height unmeasured.

I desire her black nipples,

For, I am thirsty like anything

She is my own ocean …..

It's depth unknown.

I want her

Brown hair,

For I am a Painter by nature

She is my own canvass

Its image not yet sketched.

I long for her

White bones

For I am a forester by work

She is my own tree.

Its fruits untouched

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI