Bottle Of Love

Opening the bottle of love, 

I drink and drink. 

Exhausted, 

I become to take sleep. 

On arousal, 

Charged up with

emotion, 

I slurp again to fulfilment. 

But the bottle of love 

Never exhausts, 

Rather becomes ambrosia 

Each time I extend 

My wishes to guzzle. 

How can the 

Bottle be empty, 

You are within it, 

Prevalent within, 

You make me love to you 

And never ever 

You close the door 

For my graceful entry 

To ambient of yours. 

Like the staunchest partner, 

You surrender your everything whispering, 

'Love you Oh, my darling,

I am all yours'.