Two blue eyes and a soul from above,
You be my own Goddess of love.
As the hot sun withdrew his rays,
Rerouted along the cloudy ways,
Showers beams of light on fruits,
I sat on the shades of her roots.
Birds took shelter among bough,
My words became silent though,
Listen to my heart speaks; smile,
Sing, for sparkling hours, a while.
A beauty in glittering colours,
She is garlanded with flowers,
Seductively, sensual for others,
look at her girlish, fragile features.
It's her stiff, small curved breast,
where sharp nipples take a rest,
Her blue eyes, with a smile is so warm,
Tender mind and body dwells in calm.
An embrace from her is very cool,
while she swims in her own pool,
Her sweat drops smells like a bliss,
And the sweet lips awaits a hot kiss.
Two blue eyes and a spirit from above,
You be my Goddess of love!
By
Williamsji Maveli
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