You are an ammunition, in every way,
No weapons required, just your presence will sway.
Your smile, a missile, soaring high
No distance can hinder its impact, my heart will die.
Your words, like bullets, pierced my soul,
Each shot, a memory which will haul.
In the cartridge of your kisses, I find sweet delight,
Every shot, a thrill, in the depths of the night.
You gaze like a torpedo, hits with force unseen,
Leaving me numb and serene.
And those sharp eyes of yours, like explosives they ignite,
Captures my heart, I will invite.
You're the propellant, igniting this fire,
Setting my world ablaze, with a burning desire.
And in your embrace, I find my warhead,
Ready to surrender, in this love we embed.
So let's embrace this warfare, with love as our guide,
For in the midst of chaos, with you, I abide.
No need for guns, pistols or bombs, I proclaim.
Reaching your heart was the only aim.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC
You are an ammunition, in every way,
No weapons required, just your presence will sway.
Your smile, a missile, soaring high
No distance can hinder its impact, my heart will die.
Your words, like bullets, pierced my soul,
Each shot, a memory which will haul.
In the cartridge of your kisses, I find sweet delight,
Every shot, a thrill, in the depths of the night.
You gaze like a torpedo, hits with force unseen,
Leaving me numb and serene.
And those sharp eyes of yours, like explosives they ignite,
Captures my heart, I will invite.
You're the propellant, igniting this fire,
Setting my world ablaze, with a burning desire.
And in your embrace, I find my warhead,
Ready to surrender, in this love we embed.
So let's embrace this warfare, with love as our guide,
For in the midst of chaos, with you, I abide.
No need for guns, pistols or bombs, I proclaim.
Reaching your heart was the only aim.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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