For My Prospective Wife. Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
For My Prospective Wife.
It's that month! whereby,
We met each other for the first time,
We walked across the park, holding each others hands
Is the same month we kissed?
I felt the taste of your lips for the first time,
the same month
we took off our clothes and made love.
And so far we still do,
Hold each others hands,
Kiss each other and making love
And it feel good all the time,
Like is our first time.
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