Romantic Fever


To stay put from the wets
it’s the dream of caprice
but do not doodle with finger
just to remain with sixth sense

As natural as the curves
as the eyes went into servitude
by looks the dish becomes feast
the feelings of a young blood

It’s the game of lovers chest
a trouble for the uncontrolled
stick by rules to excel
in a romance of the century

Am never meant for divan
the shivering of a loosed min
so cute is the golden angel
but don’t think of inheriting the fever

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