touch was so nice
intoxicated to catch the whole
crossing childhood days
learnt by heart
beauty much intense
when segment
infatuates
the impulse
just can't imagine
to hold close
the sun
but sunshine rarest
slips through leaves
unique recreates winter morning
whole a bottle not any wonder
but whole the beauty to embrace
insane passion tried hard to avoid long
whole flesh intoxicate not just its hole
just its bumps
just its nectar to fill our thirst
touch was nice
but fire was furious
when we sat surrounding
to make us warm!
Pranab k c
29/01/2015
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