You Are My Highness

You Are My Highness prose poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi


When you stretch your body with wind
those moments I feel thrilling and zestful
a serene and tranquil heaven for me
and for your thirsty lovers it is restful

Sharing your smile with galaxy of stars
you are so delectable and yummy
in the mercury light of twinkling sky
your cute smile allures me for rummy

Just because of your euphoria for me
my life is so full of cheerfulness and zest
your seductive and provocative cheeks
are the best place to repose and rest

With your cozy and homelike gestures
I love how you make me feel at home
so blessed when you quicken my heart
make love with you in an ancient dome

Yes, you are so kindhearted and gracious
nature also cherishes your candid shyness
I don’t find words to explain your charm
you are my the most beautiful highness

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