I had a chance
meeting with her in October
A rotund face
and a slim figure I remember,
It is a
surprise she gave me her number
O My God! I
checked if I were in stupor
At first short
sweet messages flowered
Hotter
messages later showered
She invited me
to her place in the city
A lonely place
too what a serendipity
Her gaze was
stunning it is a romantic Pilot
She threw a
smile the meeting's highlight
But I’m afraid
it’s a charade played by God
Because I trust
my destiny is a bit skewed
I could not
advance albeit lust me hounded
scared of the
consequences remained dead
The Goddess
looked kindly and laid her hands
my heart
throbbed and nerves played bands
For the long
marathon time is the witness
For sure she is
a divine romantic goddess
Damsel or bombshell
When my phone rang, I sat under the twilit sky
I felt shy cuz it was her romantic whisper
I took the call and felt her voice was crisper
Her words and breath woke the romantic guy
In me after all words are more seductive
they are the powerful arrows of cupid
that can
instantly charge any stupid
Only a few know
words are productive
when the nature was singing aubade
I sat in front of her the Goddess
she looked like
a hungry tigress
I began feeling the honey cascade
She pressed me to the window
I've seen real damsel after ages
oh! What an
incredible libido
that spreads on
to pages and pages
It is hard to forget such a damsel
She is not a damsel but a bombshell
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