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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