I remember the night when I first kissed you
A night whose memory is imprinted on my fickle mind
I ran my tongue on your virgin skin
Pure, smooth, white and thin
As if an angel had blessed you such beauty…
The work pressure is evident this weekend. And surprisingly, my mind is flooded with your memories. My occupied mind is refusing to let you go. A few lines got imprinted while I was busy at work. How to deal with that? I need a break.
©2015 Amrit. All rights reserved.