Michael

Michael, the apples of my lovely breasts are so sweet;
So come and pluck them and make use of them my sweet heart,
For sweet is my love and everything you see around is for you only.

Greetings, greetings! !
Here comes the love so sweet for your taste;
Michael, i will not hide these sweet apples of my love from you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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