Passions of True Love
Passions de l’amour vrai
The texture of your caresses, soft like an egret’s plumes
When you touch me, my soul’s sheathed longing ruptures
Your fragrance engrossing adorns scents of jasmine perfumes,
Sheltered snugly within your arms, you disrobe my bosom pleasures
Your kisses honeyed, scorch my skin mildly like vernal sunshine
Flames fiery of your desires smelted, consume my agile passions
Like prairie fire I singe, you’re summer’s sensual warmth pristine
My heart’s entranced wholly. Your breaths feel like aphrodisiac portions,
Like leaves lithe in air floating, our bodies glibly levitate
Your crystal eyes, glisten with a luster than sapphire illumine
Our emotions like lovecrests leap, their fervent thirst immaculate
Pure rhapsody erupts, your thrills satiated to mine entwine
Like a balm you salve tempests of my ecstatic enamour,
Toujours commence maintenant, Je vous adore toujours mon amour.
© Maverick Nyambu
PS:
Last Line is French for “Forever begins now, I adore you endlessly my love”.
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