UNDER THE MANGO TREE OF LOVE

 We were young, wild and free

As kids we'd play hide and seek under the tree,

Soiling our hands, laughing and smiling to each other's sere jape.

Naive and childlike as we are, we didn't know what love is, even though we're deep in it,

Who'd know we had feelings for ourselves.

We were young, wild and free, we don't know what it means to be in love, but we sure do know how it feels like to be in love.

We thought it gross, creepy and nasty to watch the elders kiss,

But only the Heavens could tell how much pleasure we felt as our lips collide, tongues fastened as we trade salivas and my hands slowly and gently travel round her body;

Oh my name! We were lost in the rhythm of our lust.

Love is such a gracious thing,

A sensation so pleasant that even the teenagers wanna feel. 

If you think you're not up to age to fall in love, you're probably lost in the realm of empty figures.

Though we are innocent children of our parents, but these feel and taste of love opened our eyes,

Now we could see the beauty that blinded our elders, and the curves that made them say, "Looking yansh, killing goat"...

Sarcastic!

Love is sweet, even for us, kids.

We enjoyed every moment we had 

As we play and dance around,

Having fun and catching cruise under the mango tree of love.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁