Flavour of Love.

  
The silence prevailing in the

Deserts mist,

Entangled were the absracts

when lips kissed.

Coolest air passing through

our bodies,

Makes me recall a hundreds

of romance stories.

Under the diamond studded

black sheet,

The flavour of love can never

be less sweet.

Medley sparks of campfire

flew like fireflies,

Desires will be untamed till

the last sun dies.

                             افماي