Zamzam Beckons Roy
The perfume enthralled me
The smile thrilled me to core
The promising beauty behold
Roy i do love the fine things
The curve of her lithe back
Them chariots of fire racing
Through the creek of zamzam
Roy i savor the fine things
Sermons of long now forgotten
Teachers where did they wrong
Holly molly tantalizing peakers
Roy am now losing my ownself
Redress in bits of time
Regression for dunders
Flowing springs of zamzam
Roy the touch of linen
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2018
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