A Cup Runneth Over
My love language, filled beyond the brim,
for she never quite tires out from the feels,
timeously, the heart pieces are put together,
glad I am, to have decided against him.
Oftentimes, overthinking seems to linger,
shivers of uncertainty attempt to interfere,
yet when her warmth comes by the hour,
It's nothing, but sweet nothings to my ear.
Sugary sweet are the lips that speak,
my heart jubilates from pure intimacy.
We cuddle our past experiences to rest,
for our rare union, has reached its peak.
04 July 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Izintombi Zamambo | Year Posted 2022
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