A sonnet of fervour

A sonnet of fervour

I've only one mouth in my face.
Don't you have many mouths in your body?
One at top,other at bottom.
And the rest of all are in your belly.
When my mouth kisses your mouths.
You starts to sound so coyly
And if my fingers are in good rhythm
You starts to sing so softly
Oh! dear, you are my long fife but not my wife.
And I'm a fifer, rife in strife with my wife,
And she is not now in my fief.
Tonight our notes can connect together__

In a fine tone to intone a tune.
A sonnet of fervour for my wife.
 
VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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