RUG BY PLACE

Rug by the fire place,

And upon it we lay,

Under the warm blankets,

Cuddled up with the tightest grip,

We count down till the ball drops off,

From the Christmas tree,

From our living room,

Assuming that time to the prefect time,

To press their lips against each other!

Meet me,

Under the mistletoe of my eyes,

He said as he approached,

Her coffee clad lips refused!

She blushed with his eagerness.

A hall of silence,

As he made a sad blank look,

A magical push of love,

She fierce upon him,

As of showered with wet flames,

Her warm lips landed on his!

The story ends!

The sky cheered.

The story begins!

The Moon roared

As she drew

Her clouded curtains!

-AJOLA GANESAN

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