The origin of love is beauty of blonde
Which knits lover and beloved in bond
Love takes lover to infinity or beyond
Lover wants to keep beauty as pawned

My love your curves are taking my life
They are keeping me the on edge of knife
My pain and pleasure dangles with rife
My love for your sake I can face the strife

You are moon and I am lunatic pheasant
In your love I always remain on the front
In my stance of love I am straightly blunt
For sake of your beauty I will bear brunt

I know my lunacy will affect the intimacy
But my only mission is to make you happy
Your cheeks are creamy your lips are juicy
Your beautiful curves make you more ****

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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