Revival is A Boost

The more I loved her the more I thirsted.
The more I pursued the more she thawed.
Had I not been struck, had she not been knotted,
We would have been knotted, tightly knotted.
I heard she was fervent to get my verses.
My hormones are once more in spate thanks to her.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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