Sweet Affair Africa


I've written it on the shoot.
Like a bullet looking for the run.
Cold winds blowing a steady silk screen over the horizon.
Worries Weighing a ton on my mind.tears and worry.
I don't know how to be more my love.
I will be more my love.
Lay down with me and the rise of us.
That perfect silence at the end of a hunt.
The perfect quietness after making love.
watching the silhouette's walk away, and the warmth blanket us.

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