Dripping Soul
By Aishwarya Sharma
Pour your soul, into my mouth,
Don’t be so quiet, its good to be loud,
Your lap over my face,
The best way to embrace,
So Drench me with your drops,
Like, the rainy cloud,
There is no more cold, anywhere in the room..
I was like a bud, but now i can bloom..
I want to live that moment, and feel myself proud,
I Have the wettest girl and the warmest Stroud..
By Aishwarya Sharma

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