Your every sip

My mornings are filled with

sparkling joy

when you're my sunshine.

Cuddling of your words

is stirred in the cup of tea.

I sip and also feel

your every sip

while looking in your eyes.

Shyness in your arm

I melted as

sugar cube in tea

to be tasty.

I melted as

shyness in your arm

to make you warm.

I melted as

exertion in rest

to be fresh and best.

Embrace me

Embrace the love

as the winters

embrace November.

Desirable you are and

touchable me for sure.

Never allowed to time to go

and embrace me like the

color of rainbow.

Love is what...

Blossom me by your alluring fondle

to make me feel the joy of kindle

when love threads you and me

no way goes to back, nothing remains

except conceiving and giving born

new, fresh and illuminated love of joy.

I'm dying to feel worthy son of hope

to find the paradise. Cuddle me because

love is what makes me insane.

Sometimes you and....

Hands against the wall

in my thoughts

when you scroll.

Sometimes you win

but sometimes I

You run fast,

I just crawl.

The crimson lips

Her eleventh kiss

made me insane indeed

no worry and hurry there was

and no hues and husk.

Her smile is a real art on face

a curve locked my lips within

like the waxing moon in sea.

One to tenth kisses by her

were also bliss

to make the crimson lips.

A burning desire

a wet fire inside

strokes of affection wide

pour your witty spirit

let me take a ride.

Both are fuse wire

be my amplifire

press your feel against me

fulfil my burning desire.

Give more you to me

The scent of your skin

takes me away.

When I feel blue

it makes me gray.

Give more you to me

some another day.

My only love to you

what I pay.

For all your care

million thanks anyway.

Dear men

You're more than love

and every pain.

You're in me

I'll hit all love lane.

Being papa's daughter

I've no loss but every gain.

In sibling's eye

increase happiness ten o ten.

In your arms, my spouse

I'm insane.

When lips met

When lips met

I feel beating retreat

sitting on back seat

with my increasing heart beat.

When lips meet

sitting on front seat

we feel bittersweet

because love is incomplete.