What is it that keeps me coming back to you?
What is it that burns a fire in me so true?
My lips touch you and flames burn up,
Every breath I take my stomach churns up.
The circles around, to the skies they soar,
The air moves up keeping me gasping for more.
Long and slender my fingers feel you up,
And though you slip thru them we begin from where we left off!
I know you'd wish it wouldn’t end so soon,
Every puff that I take brings you to your doom.
I love you so much and will till the end.
Ur my only darlin Classic Milds pack of ten ;)
7 comments:
haap!
Brilliant !!! bahut sahi .....
good one Pri :)
Sutta lagao yarom, sutta lagao yaron,
lo ek dooje ke jhoota,
Jood jayega dil jo toota,
Maro sooooota.
Bravo, what phrase..., a brilliant idea
Rather amusing information
awesome.... :D
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