Nizamettin Esen Haymanali Poems

I feel and see
your dewy eyes
softly drifting
ebbing and flowing
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This taciturn soul
soaring through borrowed body
celestial torture
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I tenderly touche
adore and caress
your scarlet wet kisses
intoxicating my thirsty lips
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A shy morning breeze
timid hesitantly comes
to touch and caress gently
and softly these nude dews
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Two words
duet or duel

divine duality
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