The silhouette that broke my senses apart,
God’s elite creations, I thought.
Escorting the God’s ford I was,
Like a genus bos.
My darkness bowed over to her scintillations,
Thus engraving agape, leading me to abyss.
Her flowing aura renders passions,
Desirous enough touch my angel’s trance.
Laying in her love nest,
I cry out my amorous zest.
Envying the smudge touching my angel’s imprints,
I turn cuddly to move along her grins.
To feel her feet makes me happy,
So gorgeous she is, to give my lips on her tender feet.
About Me
- Sameer Panuganti
- Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India
- waters touching the feet, breeze blowing all the thoughts, soft music in sync, that's the world i always look for..!!!
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