Dear you...
I feel the same,
whenever I turn back...
which feelings are very deep
since childhood...
can feel that moment
You used to ask me for
that the first touch
and the never end of it
Dear you...
The first Love of mine
may be yours
doesn't matter Baby
you are the first Love my first Lady
Long dark hair and young lips
Inadvertently Investing breath in breath
The colours of the Love
I feel the same
every day and every night...
- Nilesh Ingole
nilesh2016akola@gmail.com
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