Her sweet eyes gently poking i eyes,
Slowly and swiftly i drown,
In pitch blue madness.
Mind forms wings,
Which carry i to beautiful,
A place where only the deaf hear,
Like the weather of Githurai
She warms i with sunset nipples,
I heart stands erect.
She carress i with nude wind,
Causing i to thirst for her skin.
Her sight give i painful pleasure,
Her toes quench i thirst with admiration,
This moment forever chokes i past,
That when i eyes shut at dusk,
Beyond the eyes is Dafur whispering
Telling i how much she loves i.
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