My Lips

MY lips can still feel
the softness of your lips.
the perfume of yours is
still scattered all over
my body.
the feel of innumerable
hugs and kisses is still
fresh as roses.
the moment is still alive
throwing thousand arrow
of love.
i am still flowing in your
love aimlessly.

by Pradip Dasgupta

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Justified write and very interesting to know the facts of Gibson doing this act of spat..
I'd already heard that Mr G was homophobic. Now he's shown himself to be an anti-semitic misogynist as well! Bigoted twat. Caustic piece of writing, Gershy, and justifiably so.