A fragrance in you
Would
Only become an aroma
If
You let me touch
All your pores via tip of tongue
But
This could happen
Just after midnight
When
Dreams and imaginations are dead
Not alive even in mind
A fragrance in you
Would
Only become an aroma
If
You let me touch
All your pores via tip of tongue
But
This could happen
Just after midnight
When
Dreams and imaginations are dead
Not alive even in mind
Yet
Your curves
Intoxicate me in night
A small peg is enough
From
Your eyes
But
Knowingly
Your are delaying the intimacy of emotions
Thinking
He may think
Otherwise
Her touches
Are
Yet alive
On very few occasions
Held
Her hands precise
But
It remain
Within me
As if
Some emotions
Never die
A bud
Remained sorrounded by life's thorn
Yet not knowing
How to blossom and whom to trust
Or escape in the monsoon
Although
A gardener
From far away could feel
Her apathy
But
Can't console
Since
He could only exist momentary
To spread
Her petals of genital
Via eyes
Ask
Your body
Why does it get wet
Without rain
Or
Shower
Just
Thinking
About me
Weather its morning
Afternoon, evening
Or night
Tracing
Her spine
From behind via lips
A distance
Remained
Uncover
But
Yet not lost
All hopes
Since
Dreams
And imaginations are in my total control
Let me
Be the flame
Not a spark
The longer
I burn
The better you feel
Even
A gush of wind
Or storm can't do much
When
You stare at me
Being in love
Let
Her matured mind succumb
Between
Sinful and sublime thoughts
Meanwhile
Her fragrance
And my aroma
Make us wet
To
Realise
Not only
Bodies Intimate
But
Vibes too share
The emotions
Via eyes
your dark secret
And
You become
my bright spot
However, I promise
Nobody will ever know
How far we have gone
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