The desire of my heart,
Pokes my veins every second,
When will come that weekend,
When you would come to me,
The shower of your love,
She is eager to see,
She would woo you,she wants to bet,
With her dream,my heart also incite me to say,
I too want to get wet,
Her hands want to hold you,
She is magnanimous,
As earlier, i told you,
Before you,she want every thing to be set,
With both of you,i too want to get wet,
Her hair want ploughing of your fingers,
She wishes that movement to be linger,
She hopes to be squizzed in your arms,
Same as rain hugs the dried farms,
I seems to be caught, in your love net,
I too want to get wet,
