She Loves | Adnan Shafi
She loves to kiss me
Where a twosome grew
hookup long as star-crossed lovers,
And an azoic knot tenacious fands love spare
She loves to hug me
Where they lapidated MUJNU, obscured his memories, standing upright by savagely rousing people in some remote corners hackneyed
She loves to talk to me
Like the moon whispering in the night,
Where talks unheard are heard to sweep away all ghastly throes inflicted on.
She loves to fortake me
Where pest flows every day from the heart beating sick with obloquy
Where there is nothing but the trifling of pettiness.