The Color of her Lips | Poem
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A few days back, I was auditioning for the Radio Jockey of my company's radio. I was absolutely unprepared just like any other competition of my life. But since blabbering has been one of my good areas, I didn't have much trouble until they paired me up with a girl to host a mock radio show giving "Valentine's Day" as the topic. The girl looked really confident, which is something I always appreciate. We started discussing random things about love - what does it take to get a partner, what does a girl look for in a guy, what does a guy look for in a girl, why is valentine's day celebrated. I answered all of them with patience until she asked "why is color red associated with love?". Not that I didn't answer this one. I am a goddamn engineer, we don't leave questions unanswered even if there's negative marking. Ya! The "mark all A's" concept. Okay time for the poem, story shall follow.

Shaped like a wave
Moist like a petal
Lucrative like no other
I love your lips
As we kiss
I bite
And you twist
I love your lips
As we breathe
I look
They are more warm, more pink...
The story continues,