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Sunday Siesta

Sunday Siesta

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I dream of Sunday siesta

Amidst magenta flowers

In the lush green valley

Under the bliss of bowers,

Holding your soft fingers

Nestling on your shoulders


I wish to listen to the song,

The gamut of our emotions

Fluttering as sweet butterfly

Will relish your love's nectar,

When you kiss my wet eyes

And touch my soft pink lips

I feel someone has rescued

Me from this doomed ship


In this valley of tranquility

Beyond the elusive morality

This world may not support

But I'm happy to be an escort.


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