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Sipping From His Glass
Bringing it to my lips
The sweet aroma
Of the blood red liquid
Meeting me.
my lips caressing the rim
Both hands cradling the glass
my eyes meeting His
Over the rim.
The sweet taste of the liquid
Filling my mouth
my eyes still locked with His
As i lower the glass.
short but indeed very vivid description of a very romantic moment. this poem gives a touch of your talency.
Dr. Zayed Bin Zakir Shawon