painted in your love, Red
fragrance of your kissed lips
on petals lingered the moistness
my heart fluttering with a desire
running the petals on the bare skin
tuning the heart to beat faster
feeling your lips on my naked breast
echoing with the loudness of my breath
searching for the signs of your footsteps
which will never retreat from the door
you closed behind.
Kritika
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