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| She's blazing like the mid harmattan sun. A firece goddess. |
My gaze melt on you,
Perch on your spell...
You bring the moon to my eyes
And the world fall at my feet
Each time, I see you walk.
And, I wonder,
Farmished,
In the inferno,
The harmattan you stir in me
Each rising of the sun.
In your eyes
Mine merge with dreams.
Your enfant, silent laughter
Rip me open and I
Melt in your dimples, lost
Beneath dreams
Glued on the caress of
Your womanhood
Wrapped around
My wordless soul.
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