Her Lips Like Sugar
Sandra;
Her lips are like sugar
Kissed her once upon
a time in summer,
So sweet, just like
unfermented butter.
O' Sandra!
I think our love is
getting better,
She said:
Benjamin, can
you please press
it harder?
I did;
And i begin to
drowse even
deeper.
But now it seems
the dream is over.
Now i think
the fantasy is fading.
And so is my
love to me.
And my kisses
are getting sour
by every tick
of the hour.
But yet I still
love her.
I shall be waiting
for another
summer,
to kiss her
Once more
like a sugar.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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