A band of my whispers, making music on your ear drums,
Serve me some wine, on those gorgeous petals, of your lady flower.
Those lips vape steaming saliva, melting down my goosebumps,
Grill the sausage, then, let's have a decent dinner, dear flower.
"Decent Dinner"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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