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RAINY ROMANTIC NIGHT
I crave to imagine you are here with me
Clenching me tight
Never setting me free...
On this rainy romantic night.
Both eyeing as rain dots off a tree.
The moment perceptions right
as we can clearly see
Our eyes that stare
To one, another's pupil light...
That glows in a strong flare
Masking in Warm and gentle care
Our faces gleam blue bright
Gently, you fondle with my long hair.
As now all settle amazingly right
Now we both share
A cuddle that won't fright
but engage us till moonlight shows bare
Our bonding bodies
That churns in silky peaches without a smear
Glitchy colors and leaky lights artes
That combine in a true compatible mere.
"Silence fills around"...
The rain seemed to have stopped
Light sprinkling in a purple shroud
As the windows bokeh, crafts us cropped
invisible to natures dew sound
Crickets chirp in flooded sight.
That allure in an enticement dare
Not even do mosquitos trespass to bite
Respecting....which is nothing rare
Making love, we forget nature's gullies...
Nothing in us can ever compare
The way we mix in such accessories
Blending in a divine downpour in a proper pair.
Clenching me tight
Never setting me free...
On this rainy romantic night.
Both eyeing as rain dots off a tree.
The moment perceptions right
as we can clearly see
Our eyes that stare
To one, another's pupil light...
That glows in a strong flare
Masking in Warm and gentle care
Our faces gleam blue bright
Gently, you fondle with my long hair.
As now all settle amazingly right
Now we both share
A cuddle that won't fright
but engage us till moonlight shows bare
Our bonding bodies
That churns in silky peaches without a smear
Glitchy colors and leaky lights artes
That combine in a true compatible mere.
"Silence fills around"...
The rain seemed to have stopped
Light sprinkling in a purple shroud
As the windows bokeh, crafts us cropped
invisible to natures dew sound
Crickets chirp in flooded sight.
That allure in an enticement dare
Not even do mosquitos trespass to bite
Respecting....which is nothing rare
Making love, we forget nature's gullies...
Nothing in us can ever compare
The way we mix in such accessories
Blending in a divine downpour in a proper pair.
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