Passion Flower
The lotus
of our passion
blossomed, petal by petal,
blushing pink,
caressed by moist misty morning-dew,
encircled by the amorous bees
buzzing in honey-sweet intoxication!
Musky smell of sweat slithers in the
valley of your bosom’s cleavage,
heaving my dizzy head
in the comfort of your lavish lap,
while waterfall of your brunette tresses
cascade on my flushed face.
Random jingles of your silver anklets
tickle my eager ears,
and my kisses linger
slowly sipping the sensuous wine.
from the chalice of your luscious lips!
As I open the curtains of your person.
my butterfly fingers flutter, in anticipation.
Bathing in diaphanous fog of bashfulness,
your nakedness envelopes mine -
and I wear you like my second skin
in hunt of hidden treasures
of physical pleasures!
Snakes of sensuality slither
in the burrows of engulfing groins
as we plunge into pits of rhapsody.
A stunning spectrum of erotic illusions
radiates in kaleidoscopic delirium
and our confluence bursts into
climax of charismatic colours…
Copyright © Bharat Trivedi | Year Posted 2013
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