Love for her is always a play with the best femme fatale!
To a world where smiles are determined by number of tears burning my cheeks, an unrequited love where Cupid is dubbed a promise breaker, where the ancestors are shy to expose their wise mystic smile, I make love to she devil!
I tend to fall in-love with her kind - I'm addicted to beauty I suppose!
Its the way they love me, its a morning smile of the sun, caressing your face with nothing but warmth, an unseen force, in soliloquy I just laugh at the amount of love which stretches over my amputated hands, placing all my limbs at the 4 corners of this skull continent and if that doesn't symbolize my dangerous love, then I don't know what will expose how dangerously in-love I am!
However, I kept the dream of nightmares
I know I should not love like this!
Without fail, you tend to strip the fat off my heart.
without fail you
kept my dream.
Keep the illusion of love for me
Someday, your blurred love which hides in the ripple of your silence will manifest into the vegetable love, like mine, it'll grow bigger than the Nkandla home and louder than the ghosts of our younger lover, whiter than the pale and shivering ebony thighs intertwining pubic hair and presenting dreadlocks of love.
Free me please
. Let my nightmares be my dreams, let me hear lullabies atlist! Throw me a bone (kiss) to keep my fire blazing
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