As the gentle kisses
of the sun
Blossomed my bosom with
joy and love.
My anklets danced
In harmony with the
gentle whispers of the trees.
The slender movement
of the jasmine creepers
Were no match to my
feet.
My eyes, welcomed my
beloved’s
Bouquets of royal flamboyant
crimson red flowers under the sun.
For ignited by it’s
passion,
I couldn’t resist making love under the warm
sun.
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