Tuesday 21 April 2015

How to begin ?


Your blue eyes lied to me
Despite the spell bound smile
On your elegant face;
You touched my soft body
With borrowed gloves
Of a criminal so careful
Not leave even a trace;
Your bountiful breasts
Longed for my nurture;
Your whisper was of a
Winter's frozen wind;
I never wanted to interrupt;
Never knowing how to begin ?
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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