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Always squeezing pen until it bleeds ink,I live for writing and I write what I live bringing wisdom through methaphors,similes and irons,from 2005 that when I started writing

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

I'm in love with her not her body

I'm in love with her heart not her body


Her cocoa butter skin,
Take heed to her voice as she speaks.
A tone from a melody of her as she breathe,
A castle built in my mind is unbreakable.
Memories of us meeting from day one they can never be erased.
I am in love with her heart not her body,
A sting of her love creates so much taste of honey.
Pillow talk how can one keep secrets in these walls of love,
Saved from death from a touch of your hand I felt a CPR and promise never to die.
Yes,I am in love,
With her walk as the ground howl and world bow.
Take me away from this reality,
The reality of you and i.
From love that never loses its pride,
Take me to the day we met when you visited my store with your kinsman.
The day I said I love you.
I'm in love with her heart not her body,
She spoke Venda as if I understood every word that came out her ingress.
Yes,with recurve Cupid aimed it to the both of us.
From the glimpse I began to have trust,
A warm of your grin wrapped into my coldest body I felt the summer for the first time.
The archetype to die for you're one of the kind,
Rather lose defunct then to never have chance to us.
By Bongani Vincent Shinga

DaSoulstriker ©
25-11-17
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