My body,
My mind
Bequeath the queendom of me—
You’re enthroned.
You ring my bells.
You conquer my hills.
Regal are your lips.
Regal are your hands.
Your whispers are my command.
Your moans are my crowning glory.
I am a prisoner of your kisses.
I am a slave of your touches.
My heart,
My soul,
I bequeath the queendom of me—
My very all.
YouTube/Making Love/Roberta Flack/Trijntje Oosterhuis and Gregory Porter
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 
Evocative and sweet poem Aina.
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Thank you for the kind appreciation, Brad!
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You’re welcome.
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Leaves me a little breathless ~ just what good art should do 🙂
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