Soul.Mature

You have opened the gates of my womanhood

blossomed into a fragrant flower, a new bud

bright with its shine, honey laden nectarines

swaying unruffled in the wind

all the unsatisfied passion in me

leaped into a wild reckless storm

brought about eternity in a single touch

strength of mountains in one clasp of your arms

volume of seas in impulse of your soul.

The End

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