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A Wet Touch

A Wet Touch

Awaken like the swelling sun,

My exotic lust takes a slow run

Awaken like the genesis of day,

My sweet love sings this mid-day

A new sound is heard like the call of a bird,

My will sobs at the beauty of your word.

Earth is fertile like an elegant woman,

Sun is burning to share, like a man

We were meant to be, long before birth.

Finally to decorate the body in wreath

Your name is written on the vast shore

In a landscape you stand alone bare

Eternally bound, painfully shine

Your breasts are nurtured   in mine.

Day Hand in hand

Night slept in sand

Forever together, never to part,

Bodies divided, but one at heart.

Your soft touch, like the flush of the moon,

Bring forth my heart, from its cocoon.

And in your eyes, your live shines forth,

More than the stars, your glance is worth.

And every word brings forth the fire

Within my veins,  the edge of desire.

To grow old in your arms, this life time

It’s my dream; that’s all I want to be fame

When wheels of age finally run short

Then you are my own angel to escort.

And I will save a seat, for you at my side

Eternity waits, only for both of us to abide.

Now let us rejoice, all comes without a clue

Time is our best friend, as oceans are blue.

All vigor and strength in our bodies reside

Only in true love, does my spirit confide.

Let us be merry, and laugh, and rejoice,     

Only in that love, all do  find their voice.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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