Saturday, 31 March 2012


On the stage performance,
She takes gravity of love, incessant,
For the sacrifice, I noticed it,

And to form a life on her
So as to make a sequence of
First recognition, and celebration,

She receives the nature,
Arisen by songs of the tongue,
Hands are tiding

In the recognition of
Sensual raining, clad of touching
Body code of passion,

In the travel, I like it allowed
Like drizzles upon layers
We partake in sensation.

Every knowing moves first,
In three layers of love,
As it is tender to feel her,

To stimulate the fusion,
In bold efforts of unspoken love,
Closer, more closer in confirmation.

The warmth I feel,
And I move deeper in love,
That marks my days of
Presumably gains of love. 

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