Like the crawling steps of a carnivore,
I crept to an ocean of your feelings
Expressing the hymns of love to my ears of hope I heard the African man wave the flag, Flagging open an ended love bride.
The tempo moves my spirit,
That tempo is that which your beauty hammers;
One which your heart gives
And that which your habit carries along I am an admirer...
I, who yearn for true love,
Trapped by many moon light;
Have found love at your place of sunrise;
So as love to love,
Princess, an admirer is entangled.
What about me?
Dance to my song of woo
Tap your feet in my rhythm of lust
And be lost in my throb of sacred African woo… I shall keep the treasure between your thighs.
Under the easy lateness of the day,
There we knew of our wondering hearts
Your love travelled miles
Perhaps thousands of miles like mine, for us.
Then you said to me,
Our love is a metaphor of our desire.
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