French Kiss

When I saw her in the shop I was almost flattened.
Trust me, she was too curvy. I should say 'The Perfect Shape'.
The sun almost killed me in the street during the day.
I was really thirsty for her by then.
I wished if she was in my hands.

And I knew that I could get her.
My thirsty for her really forced me to buy her for that eve.

Finally I decided to go for her and counted the money in my pockets.
She was little costly.
But it is like that.
Demand always adds value to things.

I paid the money to the guy over there and told him "I need her now".
He smiled and replied "Take her, she is all yours".

I felt too happy when I had her in my arms.
With great pride I held her tight in my arm.
Then I told her, 'Baby, I am gonna taste you'.
She did n't reply but gave a fizz on a shake.

I slowly moved my lips over her, a sort of french kiss.
I felt the love flowing from her to my inner soul.

Finally when it was all over, I said to myself "Yeh Dil Mange More. How could I get one more Pepsi".