A weather of love
Often irresistible
For even birds and animals
Yet
She decided
To disappear
As if
She
Knew
Walking
Few steps towards each other
May set the emotions boiling
A weather of love
Often irresistible
For even birds and animals
Yet
She decided
To disappear
As if
She
Knew
Walking
Few steps towards each other
May set the emotions boiling
An aroma
Remain
Hidden within
Yet
I can smell
Emotions virgin
But not knowing
How to convince her
Let's dilute the fragrance of love
Before
It vaporises
In the thin air of time
Leaving behind
Only
Wrinkled skin
What is sin in day
Becomes
A virtue at night
Not knowing
Why
She only loves the touches of milky moon
But
Hates
The runbing of dews of sunshine
And In between a poet in me awaits
Someday she must succumb a virtous sin
By closing eyes in my arms
Your curves
May hide
My every pore
And all your flaws
Would
Become virtues divine
If
I just stare
At you
Without
Diluting
Our emotions fragile
Mind and heart
May have
Washed away my memories
But
Body remembers
The touches deep
Although
Our pores
Remain deprived
When
They couldn't fill each other
Via aroma of love and sweat
Sperms of joy
Just want to lie
On eggs of sensuality
Where
We can witness
Pleasure blissfully
Ignoring
Breathlessness
And sweat
While
Embracing eachother
Unconditionally
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
When
Snow is all around
Just come
And rub your body against mine
To set the fire alive
Else
We would be frozen
In melting temprature
Therefore
Let's burn eachother's emotions
Completely
Before it gets vaporised
In
Thin air of love
Between
Sky and earth
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
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