Lustfully yours...

You sat on the opposite table....
With a Pretty smile....

Approximately at 5 foot four....
Admired by plenty for your style...

Was it the scent you wore....
or the beauty...
Resembling the lily of nile...

That made me fall for you....
But just for a little while..


Then my senses ignored the eye contact....
And made a pact with my mind....

Cause i saw his hand around your waist...
And the image of your beauty declined...


I sat there and judged love.....
And how its rickety base...
cannot be trusted upon.....

Sooner or later it fades away.....
And its just the lust....
That carries on.....