Rain of Love
And I penned it down,
Scene: drizzle,
Every drops,
Clouds surrendered to your beauty.
Petrichor scent ;
I smelt,
With first drops,
Landed on hair.
Naughty drops found their way,
Through feather like eyelids.
Moved to cheeks,
and then to lips,
Yeah!!! Lips.
Where I always want to reach,
And then settled to your bosom.
Soaked clothes stuck,
As if,
Kissing the gaiety body.
Beauty beyond my imagination.
You fascinated me,
And I penned it down.
To fascinate others.
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