Another Bottle Of Wine? Poem by Somendra Gaur

Under the lamp In these dark nights I miss our silly fights,
The way you pounded your head in my chest
The life was at its best.
Your cute gestures between those messy hairs and when our lips met on the upstairs.
My tongue slipped inside your mouth and the scars you gave me on the crouch.
You grabbed my waist so stiff and tight that our hearts pounded embracing like a boxing fight.
On the dark roads in midnight i miss that love bite.
You may not reminisce the taste of my lips but I can count the moments on my fingertips.
I was only a star to you but you were the moonlight to my midnight
Just answer a question of mine was i just another bottle of wine?