The Sunshine!
The
Bright
Sunshine
Has now
Turned to be
The soothing
Moonshine; A
Friend who is
Dear to the lonesome
& who eventually
Turns divine!
The
Bright
Sunshine
Has now
Turned to be
The soothing
Moonshine; A
Friend who is
Dear to the lonesome
& who eventually
Turns divine!
Remember?
A moment you
Wanted for us; A
Time in peace, little
Wine to please, A dance
To striptease & an union so
Soulfully divine, never to cease!
You
Are mine
In my thoughts;
How can I fear of
Losing you from self?
There is an ache but there
Is no exhaustion; All I hope is
To meet your expectations someday!
She just sought, a
Heart that pays heed,
Trusting the nobility,
Over a friendship your
Words guaranteed;
She pledged her
Love to you in hunger
With a hope that
You would feed,
But never a thought
To claim you, for she
Has no greed;
You don’t
See her bleed
Nor she keeps an
Escape plan for
Her hour of need;
However beautiful
And ravenous,
Love is an endless
Ache indeed…….!
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She
Discovered
You; You got her
Discovering herself
With all her feel for you…
She saves every drop of her thoughts
For she feared the availability
Of clean love in future;
Thoughts that cascade
Hitting on the words in its path
Enhancing the beauty
Of the wounds they nurture!
Cast a spell on me
Turn me into a rock
Safe from emotions
& no gates to unlock
Both would be free
From the unwanted knock
Of our own passions
By the dead end block
Wrong notions,
Not a right thing
To hope for us;
I wud still love
to save us like
The ticking of
My living clock!
She awaits him
His name etched
On her quivering lips
Eyes with cascading lust
Her longing held so tight in her bosom
Saved by the feel of his cupping hands & a
Stream running across her body that brims
Over, her seductive womanhood opening doors to sin
Whatever you are
But you are not a
Whatever for me
Anymore❣️
You are the
stick of a gum
blush of a plum
poetry I go numb
rule on my thumb
intoxication of rum
beat I love to drum
tune I love to hum
note I love to strum
On the whole a
Welcome of a music score!
Always knew
what she wanted….
Indeed it was
the acceptance,
Of the person she was;
With what almighty
had gotten her granted….
She did even lose her,
at times flickering, patience
But he wasn’t a Santa Claus;
And here there was HE
she never thought could be hunted….
But fate seemed to offer her
a peacefully haunting presence,
Of a patient WOLF with his controlled claws!