That night
Not the same voice
That once pounced my ears
Full of romantic nectar
Escaped her mouth
That night
Her voice was feeble
Lips dry and shaking
Drier than the dust in Kwa vonza
Not shimmerring and succulent
Like they did last week
From the magic of our kisses
That night
She struggled to speak
Tears flooding her swollen eyes
Not a pleasurable pool
Like the waterfall last week
These ones full of desperation
An ocean of anxiety and confusion
Finally she mumbled
Words that got my heart wild
Torn apart by reality of her tone
"I Missed my ."
She struggled to speak
Tears flooding her swollen eyes
Not a pleasurable pool
Like the waterfall last week
These ones full of desperation
An ocean of anxiety and confusion
Finally she mumbled
Words that got my heart wild
Torn apart by reality of her tone
"I Missed my ."
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