I could tell when she left.
Crystals down her paper balls.
She is a king of his.
She is stalling an oomph.
All the lovers set.
And I am rupturing pomegranate seeds.
And I am howling paradise kisses.
Crush till Crystal.
Compass round the table.
And her kissing you.
My holding her and to falling asleep.
Sand as Gold and Berg.
I knew how it would be.
I love it hood's knee.
I love her.
Baby bee.
Sunidhi













