Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
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His strong, beautiful brown Moroccan body,
has built bricks of protection around my temple.
I lay down the past,
upon my left bosom,
pedals blossom,
nourished with ancient rivers.
Eyes sing of a flickering passion,
henceforth,
I for tell of a dream,
and now I have seen,
the hand that will walk with me.
Written by Kimberly Robinson aka… PaintedDiary
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