Treasure Island

Williamsji Maveli

(23/04/1955 / IRINJALAKUDA)

The Life and it's love.....


The two elegant bulging tissues
My thoughts are on female issues;
Everyone loves it; poodle's it;
One touch on its nipple
It becomes beautiful;
Adorable; attractive
No muscles; No hassles
All Nerves ending …..
All eyes ending….
At the breast which is
The essence of life
The Milk of love
The milk is empting from her
The milk is in drops;
Drops down to the
Thirsts of babies around
The milk of life
The milk of love
Is empting……….
A child is thirsting for
Milk………..
Crying for milk
Milk is genius
Milk is white,
Like an
Empty sky..
When it comes to tits,
all eyes lead to the nipple, which is
the centre;
The areola of sensation;
the aroma of human
life and love..



By Williamsji Maveli

Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2013

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