Shivangi Chaturvedi (Lusaka, Zambia)
I thank thee, my inamorato.
For forgiving me the sins I choose to commit,
For loving me with infinite grace,
For rousing within me intense emotion.
I want you, my inamorato.
For your passion and your pains,
For your strength and your mercy,
For your ability to quench the thirst within.
My inamorato, I am yours.
For your pleasure and your needs,
For your insatiable desires,
For your body, your mind, your soul.
My inamorato, whom I love.
It is our laughter,
that bind us in joy and pain.
I am yours.
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