Wounds of Love

Take me to your own fruit-garden,
a feeling of blessing and pardon,
bare to my  eyes; body and  mind,
caressing me with a sin to rewind,
I long for your softest touch to heal,
wounds of my dampened skin to feel;
Take me to your own flower paradise;
and let our bodies meet in jeopardize;
the dribble of the dawn rain outside;
would shower us with cold inside;
I wish to be in her night dream fantasy;
and to make our love; lust and life easy.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI