Love and Kiss


Love

Word are not something which can say what love is,
The meaning is so hard to put on papers,
It is something which let’s one skip a beat,
Or force the eye shut,
It is something you feel inside,
The love is an orgasm without actually having one.

Kiss

I am not very clear, I am thought less,
About how I feel while getting kissed,
I am not sure, I even forget,
Who took the first leap,
I just remember the feel, the softness,
I remember the fume of her sweet smell,
The warmth of her breath with my every heartbeat,
I only remember the feel of how she felt.

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