Perhaps it's an abomination,
Queen of hearts, craving for your luring lips.
But I can't leave you alone,
Wandering about; edging to men's spears...
Perhaps I am dreaming still.
But even worst dreams are worth though!
If only I could infect you with what I feel,
Thence to bed lure you as a pillow...
Oh, dear!
I am overwhelmed.
Take me;
Have me!
I beg, thorn-less and beautiful flower:
Hear my heart sing.
Be generous with this flour;
For a while, soothe my insatiable longing...
If we could be one.
The violent cold and rain are ceaseless here.
Can I come in?
This minute distance; should it keep us far?
For Christ's sake, let me win; just win.
Wafula p'Khisa.
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