Kismet
The red glow from the setting sun,
Blends to your shadowed features,
Which smile creating desire within?
Your lips stay reticent thirsty.
Moon clouded by night in agony,
Reflects the tender sharp curves,
Quivers, as I let my hands mold;
Freely unfold your first capture.
Stars as they sparkle behind the veil,
In random notes voice concern,
Wailing soft tones burn with shame,
Decry your wanton seduction.
The Sun Moon and stars play havoc;
As I melt you in destiny.
Copyright © Jai Garg | Year Posted 2009
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