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Black Night


How sweet the memories of she who rocked my cradle Who sang me to sleep with rhymes and riddles In whose arms i found comfort in touch & my naked body was so eager to clutch She held me so tight with a gaze that enticed & my innocence would melt the vapour of her eyes I remember so soft was the skin of her breast Skillful it was that i relish it taste It fed strength to the core of bones wisdom and wits to the shore of my tongue The cleavage in between was a valley of peace Comfort was the breeze curling out of its crease When even my bite would cause her pains The love in her heart sprinkles endorphins through her veins Then one certain time i could no longer feed The forbidden one had planted her seeds It grew very wild, invaded her deeds Made her so sick with a stigma of myth It left her a scar passion couldnt eschar It ate her so deep and buried sorrow underneath O how cancer had turned her once florishing gaze to a relic of pains Yet it couldn't cripple her love nor split the bliss apart or Silence the melodies endeared in her heart. .......the end.......
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Francis Levi

Am a medical doctor with a touch for beauty and love

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Francis Levi
Thanks. I appreciate.. It's dedicated to all women struggling with breast cancer
Jasleenkb
<p>This is so amazing!!! I am speechless!!</p>

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