Thursday 29 March 2012

AN EMBRACE


Like a candle an embrace burns in body warmth,
I wonder how it is sweet in the blissful desire,
With moisture of lips, eyes are ground 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 to travel on body's charm,
Words are not words, all turn into whispers. 

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