The first, inadvertent brush of the finger
The goose bumps are still ginger
The fragrances still linger
The faceless crowd got increasingly blurred
Your face, a stand out,the eyes, then, never fluttered
The futility of concealing a smile
The dimple and the crimson blush
Let it all away by a mile
You needed more guile
Did you lift your eyes?
Those eyes! Purity wide shut!
The kohl, its enchanting line
And they say, intoxicating is the wine
This heart of mine
Somersaulted, flip-flopped to cloud nine......
Yes, i yearn for freedom
For this heart is your personal fiefdom
But sometimes i wonder
If it isn't a bliss to be a slave in your kingdom?
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