Red Wine

Tushar Poem, Poetry, Prose, Quotes August 21, 2019 1 Minute

She didn’t hit me like tequila shots

she crept inside me like fine wine

slowly tripping into my system

and setting my soul free

to go wild

Published by Tushar

Published August 21, 2019

the #1 Itinerary says:

August 22, 2019 at 10:38 am

Great post 🙂

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1. Tushar says:
  
  August 22, 2019 at 10:39 am
  
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