Hour 11 – My Love

My Queen, my ladylove, my mistress

For you, I am lead in days and nights

When you are affixed at home,

I mostly bent on you as a syndrome.

Without you my sphere is anonymous;

I feel my daylight stars are missing.

An indistinct half moon in misery,

Your loving touch can solve that mystery.


When I inhale the lifeblood of your heart

It gives me a strawberry flavor

With a bulky mix of sugar

And as a regular drink.


Our love is self-importantly affirmed,

Immersed with kisses in the stream

Now again slippery wet arms around my body;

Seduced to grab the zeal of your hugs.


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