Your Charm, like missiles, hits my mind,
Your Smile, like sharp bullets, pierces every part,,
Your Eyes, like sharp arrows, find me every time.
Your Walk, like a torpedo, shakes my inner peace,
Your Voice, like machine gun fires my soul,
Your Touch, like a gas bomb, takes away my breath,
Your Curves, like sharp swords, make me lose control.
As a whole, you body is a big armory of love,
Every part of you, a weapon of attraction.
As a soldier, I will fall, but with pride,
For this battle for your love is worth the ride.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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