Dreaming of you,
is like warming up
at dawn;
touching the mist,
while the rest of the
world is still
under the arms of a
deep sleep!
Thinking of you,
is like getting up
at dusk;
watching the moon
while others are still
wandering
along the paths of
sinful deeds!
Kissing of you,
is like smelling
at mid-night;
the pure body
from top to toe;
while stars are still
peeping from sky
for inner desires.
By Williamsji Maveli
Email: williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
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