My Pillow Was Wet
The last night of week-end
When I was going to bed
You came silently like a lion
Who takes position after its prey!
You knocked the door quietly
Entered tiptoes into my room
Whispered in the melodious voice
Melted some nectar in my ear
Your, such behavior was rare
You had held my hand
Took me to moon-light land
That was a serene seashore
Full of soft white sand
When we looked around
It was melancholic Virgin Island
I plucked some fruits
From the nearby tree
Believe me!
Those were absolutely free
We got our hands and robes
Messed with the juices of passions
We put off them to get into the water
The beach was so neat and clean
I don’t remember how long we swim
We were weeping on our departure
When I woke up
It was a pleasant morning for me
The room was smelling
With the fragrance of lily
One thing I noticed
That was very strange
There was no sign of rain
That scene, I can never forget
My pillow was wet!
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