Zywa
Honey
I walk past your house
I look for you in my bed, I dream
of your eyes, your beautiful hair
I grab you and don't let go
I take you to my mother, I long
for your hands, your strong arms
You bring me in your room
you put your head against my breasts, you feel
the pigeons in my breath
The winter is past, the rains are over
bushes and trees come into bloom, they rejoice
and sing with the birds
You take my veil away
you kiss my lips, you lick
the honey from my mouth
You see me more beautiful than the dawn
and the moon, with all my heart
is feed your desire
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