Her Love - Poem by Antony Njenga
Her touch I felt it soul deep
Her heart sounds through her chest
Like thunder and drums it beat.
Her skin glimmers in the sweat
Her moans sound soft and sweet
Her kisses they’re moist and wet.
Morning spring, so sweet her breath,
Lifts me way off my feet.
Now only her fragrance she left.
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