A Place
The place where we first were
made one
I quietly pass by remembering the
passion that drew us mad
together we just had to
hold hands rest
was the play of passion
I just wanted to melt in your arms
cling n clutch you
your longing lead you to do
what both wanted for so long
then followed by umpteen kisses
some simple smooches the other
digging deep we just made it
we were right behind your house I was a little away
but somehow we did sway
I remember the spot clean n clear
I pass by without remorse or fear
we made it after all
now I'm waiting for another call.
Copyright © Bawa Talwar | Year Posted 2017
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