gals complain...
friends scold..
parents chide..
but I don abide..
My heart yearns..
n my cigar still burns..
fire at one end...
the fool at the other
my dear cigar
u smell sweet
wen I light u
u ask me why I burn u
if I think u r sweet
i hav bin thro lots of turns
My hearts twists and moans
Let it find it's sojourn
in ur vapours - a balm..
U r my saviour
n yet, U r the devil
So u shall burn
and so will I...
4 comments:
fire at one end...
the fool at the other
classyy oneee ... cheerss to both
thz a lott sukanyaa
.....bala nd sound
When I burn u,
u say "well, its ur turn...
soon mine wil come" :P
hey cool Uma, nice thot :)
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