The Sweet Peal Of Her Love! Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Her beauty and her love lay on the bed,
Of her sweet peal of the glowing lovely breasts;
The kisses of this night will always be remembered.
She is delicate, soft and intense;
Mixed with fresh odour from her muse,
And like the sweet peal anew on a hot summer night.
The sprout of love in her room and,
In her garden of love i do sleep all night;
And of her joy in the light of the gentle sun,
But the sensitive plant in her garden of love matters to me.
Of the power of love in this sweet place,
And of her sweet peal of the glowing lovely breasts;
But like young lovers filled with the mutual atmosphere of peace.
Alone in this sweet glory land,
And of her love like a sea-flower unfold;
But naked and bare from the frozen air,
And so pleasant to a taste if one considers it.
The lady's gentle mind,
Of where nothing is but, all things are seen as being okay;
In the sweet peal of her love!
Cold and foul,
Deep and low;
Lonely as a deep sleep.
On the blue surface of her love;
Waken with the summer's dreams at last;
Oh, wide west winds! Come closer to us tonight.
Of the blue Mediterranean where she lay,
Of the horizon of her love to the zenith's height!
Like the locks of the approaching storm;
For her love, beauty and of her delight.
Heavy and very slow to the muse that muses,
In the sweet peal of her love!
As her beauty and her love lay bare on the bed.
Of black rains,
Of white rains,
Like the spirits of the night!
But, i will kiss her until she's worn out.