Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Lips are drying for your kisses, my love.

                                                                  


Where are you my sweetheart? No more I can't wait,  lips are drying for your kisses. 

Come and fulfill my dreams.  I am seeing a couple of bird now they come down on the ground,  kissing each other beautifully but why am I feeling good, breathlessly.

I am feeling, you took me on your blossom. My lips are stopped by your heart wetting my soul and the entire form,  oh my God, it was my absolute dream.

Playing in the fields of inner chaos is the art my mind dwells in ups and downs, past and future never in present.  Wanting to seek happiness out I drain myself as a helpless nut.

Yar
                                                                         



                                                        Mhargz GV 

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