I long throat for thee
She worth far more than a
Zillion sparrows.Invaluable , like my bequeathed
Sixteen Karate Gold.
Her price , is what I paid
for mama selfless love; dare not
treat her with kids glove.
She is not a rebel,
But she is a coral
Her thoughts in my downhearted heart
Higher than the stratosphere!
The lamp of love , lifted in my life
like a noon sun!
Brightening future , like my new dawn.
What more can I say, than
try and say more-
lauding praises to ye,
Angel in feminine form…
Like a grain field , in my bird’s dream
So I long for you
Like a pork meal , on my cleric palate
So i deride your state.
Taste me and see, if I am not your pepsil
Just a night out, if my love is fake or real!