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Akram Triki Poem
"True I lust for thine alluring body," Her I apprised,
"But swear so adore thy soul."
"And to thee I succumb," promptly she replied,
"Offer my heart, my mind and all."
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Akram Triki Poem
I envy your lightly veined eyelids,
For upon a pulchritude so glorious they rest.
I envy the falling drops of rain,
For your amber hair they fondle best.
I envy the so bright sun
For to you it sends warmth and fun.
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Her body my fingertips journey
As climbs the walls of villas shiny ivy,
Fondling mysterious green paths
Like those painted on sweet hyacinths,
Which colour her niveous neck and cheeks as do grasses on a bay.
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Akram Triki Poem
Upon her face hangs a pout,
Which under her philtrum she wears so pink.
Not that she wills to show sulkiness,
But to send a flirtatious invitation,
And inveigle mine to repose on her rosy bight.
A fool he who ignores a pout and a wink.
Never could I resist the beams of her comeliness;
To kiss me and erase the pout is her intention.
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