Your Lips Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

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!

Saturday, September 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty
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Md. Ziaul Haque

Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh
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