Rain touches it divine….
And, when rain touches the woman by my side!
Well, what do you call moonlight sitting next to you in human form on a cloudy night ....
(Blessing, I guess!)
Cold breeze,
Washed verdant hills,
Rising petrichor,
Wine….
Skin burning with sensations,
Eyes see nothing but beauty,
Lungs filled with perfume,
And taste buds brimming, for a kiss....
(Rain is happy hour of senses, I guess!)
-Pulastya
And, when rain touches the woman by my side!
Well, what do you call moonlight sitting next to you in human form on a cloudy night ....
(Blessing, I guess!)
Cold breeze,
Washed verdant hills,
Rising petrichor,
Wine….
Skin burning with sensations,
Eyes see nothing but beauty,
Lungs filled with perfume,
And taste buds brimming, for a kiss....
(Rain is happy hour of senses, I guess!)
-Pulastya
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