Swaat, Soul Music Sweet melody exoapes her
lips.
She movea with hurried sorrow as the weight Inoreasea her hips.
Her brow
is trlakled
with the sweat of desire
and I feel freedom in her bosom and see history burning her
fire.
The blaak smooth of her sldn glistens rich, under the soozrohlng sun as the chains of bondage pause to listen.
Her prison walls are caving in as her mouth whistles triumph,
overcoming hate and forgiving
She
Is
climbing
Jacolii
Ladder.
Life is a stop along her way;
Nothing the devUs say matters.
--Angela Peach
sin.
