FINE DIVINE
Found my divine
Had some lil doubts
Now we all fine
I could just die
First he's mine to dine
Movin sublime
Water to ice
In between my thighs
Mind buzzing with wine
I'm thinking of art
To make him part of my craft
Kissin the sacred places
I'm his, nothing to jinx this
When I start feigning
Missin and pleading
He speed in that of a Phoenix
We barely be breathin
On my knees he's how I'm living
Urging and easing the walls to the ceilings
Til I'm scattered he knows he's winning
Kingin on me, that's his mission
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THE ART OF LOVE: POETRY
PoetryLETTERS TO MY BETROTHED, A LOVE UNLIKE NO OTHER. POEMS PROMPTED BY FAITH.
