With my third eye
With my third eye,
I can visualize always, my dear
you, lying in a deep sleep there,
waiting for my blissful touch
Which bring pleasure as such
With my third eye,
I can imagine always, my dear
you, longing in much despair
Breathing for my sweet kiss
Which, in turn you may miss
With my third eye,
I can see always, my own ways
you, smiling in half closed eyes
as your nude body is ever spicy
And my cherry lips grows juicy.
By Williamsji Maveli
Email: williamsji@yahoo.com
www.moonmakers.com
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very interesting poem. I love to read about the third eye. good inagery