My Wish Tonight

My Wish Tonight short poem

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I wish to be loved by a man
Like never ever he loved any
Like that before
The tender touch should
Shake my life and soul within
And happily I should ensconce myself
Within himself
His love must be that intense
When I look at him, his eye
Should perforate mine
My heart should pound and infinitely
Pound and long for him always
My love for him, like I cannot
Suffer the wistfulness when apart
Each minute of journey with my man
Should be like never happened the day before…

Tonight let me wish for my man
I never wished for
Tonight let me love my man
Like I never loved before…..

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Savi Mani
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wow what a wonderful love filled poem dear Laya, isnt that each and every human heart longs for??? a dream love and a dream loving partner…………those who get such a love are indeed fortunate and those who yearn for it all there life are the ones who suffer most………….
you know you love him when u find yourself melting under his gaze and you can hear your own heart beat……….wonderful poem dear so romantic…………a dream love……….

ammu sachariah
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Laya, wonderful and so romantic. if you wish like this, how can your man deny you.

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