Entice me Into your will, Like a spider does a fly…. Beguile me With your words, Your eyes and you sensuous smile…. Excite me Into passions And heedless abandon…. Capture my senses, And imprison me in pleasure. Then Release me, Into bliss.
I used to love her, I did. Africa; that lady. Beautiful and proud. I loved her in my childhood, when all I knew of her, were warmth and juicy fruits, when I was kissed gently by her sun, and it’s heat caressed me. I loved her still, Africa; that woman. Before I understood her struggles … Continue reading I Used to Love Her