A Chick, Hot Wings Man! - Poem by Atef Ayadi
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I am but a dry land awaiting your liquid kiss...
Said She'the one i Miss, her miss'.
I miss the kiss of awe...
I was the one, she liked, she saw.
But that island of love sank deep, with my love...
Down, down, be she, from up above.
She be, my love...
my only option
i always respect my self for having options
option to option
so dear! ! !
if i leverage
and bit on feeling
i would say....
do not be
i do not
for chocking your
and put my finger
three centimeter from your
waking up from chock
go for a kiss (and give me a brake)
and do not write
like a kisser...
I PERSONALLY KISS
SO I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT IT...later...
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