Your Lips

Your lips are sweet so,

As a ripened mango,

They are scarlet,

Like the seeds of a pomegranate.


When I set my fingertip,

On your lip,

My heart starts beating like a drum,

Out of intense ecstasy I feel numb.


The moment I kiss your luscious lips,


I know that my life knows no eclipse!

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