When love is sin, and we sinners.
They stare, They point.
I hear them poking fun
at us, the way your fingers
slip into mine, tender.
They balk, They glower.
Murmuring furiously they see you
lean in and rest your head
on my shoulder; I smile.
They glare, roll their narrow eyes.
Your eyes find mine, and
the depths envelope my being
and my heart glows and grows.
They flush, They spit.
Eyes locked, I lean in
to kiss your sweet lips
and the bliss is ethereal.
But love is sin, and we sinners
When not performing bedroom concerts, Arjun spends his time scribbling ditties, watching sitcoms and being a Diva.
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