IN SOUR SEPTEMBER, PAIN AND JOY
Her face is celestial how perfect she is.
What is so wonderful about him ? Why should we give you our promise ?
she sat on her throne, weak with passion, her eyes glared, gentle as Dove
washed with milk, she said “my lover is mine and I am his”, he teaches me
love, he holds me like the sky holds the moon and the sun,
he know when to shine and when to dim, he is like season, he never fails
to perform his magic tricks, his caressing word lights my skin like the stars
shining in the darkest night, he is my foundation of conception of love, he
brings me to climax without sex, his face is smooth as a fiery gold, his beard
is shaped like the pyramid with hair black as raven,
his eye is a mirror to my heart, so beautiful like doves by a flowing brook,
doves washed in cream, standing by the stream, his cheek is a garden of
herbs and spices, that beckons heal me healer, his lips are like lilies wet
with pomegranate wine, his hands are well formed, strong like that of a
warrior, enduring like that of blacksmith and fit to catch a passionate Queen,
his body is a temple of ecstasy, washed with honey, his thigh is hairy like a
naked corn, he is majestic like a mountain towering with cedars, his mouth is
laced with strawberry yoghurt ,always sweet to taste, everything about him enchants me.
In sour September…THE END