Ferocious lover


She is delicate,
She is tender,
Like a fire,
In the winter.

From dawn to night,
Her lips fill my all goblets,
With red wine.

She is innocent,
Like a flower,
That covers its thorns.
She is a ferocious lover,
Even in the summer.

 

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar

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