Maya Angelou


Beloved, in what other lives or lands have I known your lips, your hands your laughter brave, irreverent. Those sweet excesses that I do adore. What surety is there that we will meet again, on other worlds some future time undated. I defy my body's haste. Without the promise of one more sweet encounter I will not deign to die.

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