A Song for Bezawit

O Mariam !
Can I touch your gentle face
When Angels descend down the snowy hills
I see you numbered among the pure
Just today I met a sweeter gem
Her purity was like a soft scented scarf
O Bezawit
O Mariam
How I long for your dripping juice

Let me sing the Amharic song
And kiss her lips a thousand times
When all the house has gone to bed
I will tip toe into her private arms
And suck the honeyed nectar of her love
O Bezawit!
Let me sit at your sculptured feet
And be your hunky king
And she smiles!!!

by our guest writer Manngoime

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