You make my heart pound like a teen
And, you blow fire on my skin
Oh, the gust of the breeze has swept my heart
I am dazed, as I taste the first kiss on my lips
Warm and wet.
Hold me tight
For, this is the night
And, when the moon is swept by the clouds,
Drop by drop-
Let us make love.
Copyright Ajay Pai 2016
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