Narsimha Mehta

My Fruit-Like Breasts Are Your Possessions, My Love

My fruit-like breasts are your possessions, my love How can they be offered to anyone else? Come once to my home and I will tell you more, by dear admirer! My fruit-like breasts are your possessions, my love How can they be offered to anyone else? My youth is forsaking me If you don’t come which man will I enjoy? My fruit-like breasts are your possessions, my love How can they be offered to anyone else? I have seen many admirers on this earth, But there is none like you Narsinh's Lord, sweeter than the nectar of immortality! My fruit-like breasts are your possessions, my love How can they be offered to anyone else?