Thursday, 29 March 2012

AN EMBRACE


Like a candle an embrace burns in body warmth,
I wonder how it is sweet in the blissful swarm,
With moisture of lips, eyes are turns of closer
Unto touching of skin reeled in seeking performer.

I wonder how fingers dream the pleasing touch,
In the light of eagerness, in the form of warmer mirth,
A kinder sequences travel on body desires,
Words are not words, all turn into whispers. 

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