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”.