I could feel,
Her bones.
Rattling with the bliss-
As of the morning dew,
On the sentient leaf.
Her body,
Her curves!
Resembling the,
Exquisite yet toxic tides,
Waiting to be explored.
Inclining my soul-
Towards the agony,
I tried to escort myself-
Away from.
But her soul,
Locked in a hidden casket,
Made up of Mancinella:
Lured me into,
A trap called 'Love'.
Can I escape?
Or would I escape?
Or let the serenity,
Of this fervour'
To filll me up,
With occlumency.
~Krishna~
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