Struck by the dart,
she fell in love,
innocent heart,
that white dove.

Deep brown eyes
and the sturdy jaw
filled her skies,
drunk in awe.

From nape of her neck
to baby pink lips,
smelled of his pecks
and embosomed grips.

Enveloped in his arms
and mystical scent,
devoid of all harms,
nothing else meant.

~K. (कृतिका)

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