Shipping Love

Love doesn’t exist

With buds of Fragrance

Where I cleanse my soul by shipping love


Your jubbly girl

Spoiled of your shipping love


Eloquent of your voice

Caress my earlobe with sweet bites of a long night

Where you spoiled me

By your shipping love


Love doesn’t exist

With blossom of spring

Where I lost in you and want to immerse in you


Spoiling my days and night

With your shipping love


                                ~Heerdhya Hiranyasakii


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