Taste of Your Lips

So many times I tasted her rosy lips,


Soft as the muslin they were,


Yet tedious they did never seem to me,


Even she did not deter!


 

Even today when I think of her,


On a starry night,


With the classic moon before me,


I do envisage her in sight!


 

I long for those exquisite touches,

 

And her firm and sensuous clutches!

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