I, Love I Am Your Fate Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Silken skin soothing,
Soft hand huggy,
Touch me and hold me,
As wrapping a new born baby,
As cooling and drenching,
An Afro-Asiatic tongue, throat,
Harmattaned by dark hope,
Of seven virgins in the moon,
For parting many heads and necks,
But you as melting an ice,
Make pure a heart of vice,
To dote after the poor.

As bending your shoulder
As willing and upholding,
A woman with tripartite legs,
But As soft as you are,
You're a Bermuda square,
Armed on four equal walls
Pulling down every evil kite;
Grudges, malice, hostility
Loot never would soar by
All hawks you will trap down
And their wings drown.
Now your finger lips call on,
Come come, come to me,
You moaning and murmuring race,
I have overcome your enemies,
Come come, come to me,
Not alone but with someone,
Come find the true face of life,
I, love I am your fate.