Night Romance
Last night-
I made drunk
Your pinky chin
With a thousand kisses,
I made juicy
Your crimson lips;
Tonight
I find there
Scorching summer!
Every night
You make me
Skilled cultivator of
The honeymoon.
© Mahtab Bangalee
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