Your body … warm
Your Breasts … redolent sweet-smelling
Your Voice … tunes
Your lust oh … Excite me
I will … a cross inside u … with past & future
And be able of you at sinking
All my kiss … for you
my hugs … race with it
so … how will been when be the twilight
nothing … will stop us … my love
nothing ..
ooh nightfall … as your eyes lashes
your check … have a mark as moon
and neck … borderline between your chest … all this is danger
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Oh baby …
All poets … will accuse me
Of … I waste in your description
All my age
will accuse me … I killed
million … of woman’s
and kindle of their … jealousy & sparks
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By Writer :
Salman h al-ansari