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My lover be as rare as
My lover be as rare as raindrops on the safari.
whether be storms or haze, he for remains the heat stroke to my heart.
For he a jealous lover that fed only from my debilitated soul....( obsession)
He pierced through pessimism from pain, with his sharp personified metaphors and through his slippery words...
He sold false love from the shelves!
From a death bed we fell drunk of the idea of love being our one and only saviour.
We danced to a rhythm so vague...
my head hung from his shoulders and the room slowly turning dark as our souls inclined.
For that night was the night ,
we made such deep soul connecting love.
For the night his masculinity overpowered my soft palms.
-Xulu
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whether be storms or haze, he for remains the heat stroke to my heart.
For he a jealous lover that fed only from my debilitated soul....( obsession)
He pierced through pessimism from pain, with his sharp personified metaphors and through his slippery words...
He sold false love from the shelves!
From a death bed we fell drunk of the idea of love being our one and only saviour.
We danced to a rhythm so vague...
my head hung from his shoulders and the room slowly turning dark as our souls inclined.
For that night was the night ,
we made such deep soul connecting love.
For the night his masculinity overpowered my soft palms.
-Xulu
© All Rights Reserved
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