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A Song From Solomon

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Come Kiss My Ex Lovers name out of my lips
And suck their very memory from my mind
Just to make sure they never come up in our conversations
Hold on to my lips until I can no longer utter their name

Come kiss me with the tender kisses only your lips could offer
Anoint me with honey that cometh only from the hive of thy tongue
You dark majestic and lovely skin calls out to me Oh African deity
Apollo would weep to see us together, For Zeus apart made us

Behold you are beautiful my love, Your lips are red hot
Glowing like Charcoal on a cold July morning
You are a Rose from Kenya, A Lily from The Great Rift Valley
Your curves are a study in perfection, Creation at its finest

See, A million books could be written about your perfect hips and lips
Thousands of poems could be written to describe your tits
But none of them could do justice to the work of art that your are
A template from which humanity was curved, An Eve to my Adam

Like rainfall to a cactus desert, so is your presence to my thirsty soul
You are the moon when I’m lost at night and heat when I shiver in cold
Your heart overflows with a Purity of which this world is not worthy
I love you beyond measure and reason
You are not my lover, you are everything I was created for and more

Come rub my feet till your lips sing songs that heart has no words for
Your hair is short and beautiful, like the plains of the African Savanna
Come let me graze upon your fields all day long
And when thirst overtakes me, I shall forever drink from your spring of life

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