Like the african drum
sounds across the forest
making me feel all is well
the talking drum
from my dream is real
her voice call for me
she jingle her thigh
before my look
sweet allure of me
my unheard feelings
must be made known
to her soul
I want to love this new heart
as my heart beats for her, so
I starve for her love surfeit
I surge towards she
with whole of me
and whisper it to her lobe.
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