ODE TO HER
You come in
your own form to me,
Nudge and
play with my senses;
Stand close,
like a bee
Fully
pressed on its favourite incenses.
You always
lend me your warmness; and then
Strike,
scratch, rub, kiss-
And I feel
drunken
With
earthly spirits? Or heavenly bliss?
Pretty as
you are you gleam beside me
You turn me
head on, I change noticeably.
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ReplyDeletePersonal write-ups always has a special place in my heart.so,I'd abstain from commenting on it critically.It is BEAUTIFUL.
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