Set Me Free
Smile like the rising sun,
Daughter of her father,
Her breasts,
Proud as the virgin hills of Ok valley,
Her voice, inherited from her mother,
Fresh as the dew at dawn.
Teeth aligned, like spikes on a hunter's arrow.
Her voice kills me slowly,
soothing like the royal flute.
Her skin so soft, soft like the hairless head of old Omar.
She leaves a fragrance in my mind,
Like the breath from the princesses mouth,
Laced with the taste of the palace milk.
Her feet, like of the gods,
Her steps, soft like her oil filled hair.
Her eyes, like bright stars, of the night dark,
Two balls of fire, that light up my heart,
Mysterious as the wind, soft but mighty.
Say yes to my plea,
And my soul shall be set free.
Copyright © Samson Rapando | Year Posted 2014
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