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It was not that dirty. ( love or lust).

Updated on January 5, 2016

It was not that dirty.( Love or Lust).

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It was not that dirty. ( Love or lust).


It was not that dirty.

Dirty.

Dirty.

It was not that dirty.


I kissed her on the cheek.

I smiled, and she blushed.

She gave me her hand, I caressed her palm.

She laid her head on my chest.

I looked in her eyes, I saw the beauty of the

universe gazing back at me.

It is as though she read my mind.

She is all I ever wanted in a women.


She shared her dreams.

Whispered her insecurities, they faded

with the aid of the silence.

Trust was present.

We dined.

Sipped on some wine.

She let her hair hang loose.

Oooooh my Lord you are the beauty in beautiful.

Timeless.


We have been flirting for 9 months.

Today we are making Love.

Perhaps we will giving birth to our off spring

Should destiny and fate be previously kind.

I nibbled on her dairy plantation.

She lost her mind.

I know her heart.

I trust her.

We did not use a condom.



So tight.

Such a pleasant aroma.

Sweat dripping everywhere.

Stains of love, all over our sheets.


I do not mean to be shallow.

Our love is deep.

It is so amazing.

I do not want to forget.

I open my eyes and peep.


Wow!

She is so pretty though.


And she is mine.


Well for the moment.


Synopsis.


It was not that dirty.

Dirty.

Dirty.

It was not that dirty.


Gods Poet Nkosi

Nkosinathi Ncala

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