Thrumming heart beats, with butterflies in stomach pits,
Entangled in the first kiss,
It’s simply sweet bliss,
Hurtling off to the bed sheets,
A hurry to meet,
It’s a tangle of feet.
The ardour cools off and off goes the heat,
They sigh and ponder, where is the love beat?
Off to search for the next hit,
Becomes a habit,
To satisfy the hungry lust,
Seems to be a must,
Failing to realize