The Impatient Page
Didn’t you keep waiting for me my dear white page
The cool touch of my pen on your virgin face
First fond touches and then the crimson sweet bite
A grand game to make you blossom in excitement
The cool touch of my pen on your virgin face
It makes you restless as you feel pulsations of
A grand game to make you blossom in excitement
Still you hesitate to unfold your latent ocean
It makes you restless as you feel pulsations of
The pen moving on your impatient corpuscles
Still you hesitate to unfold your latent ocean
And the charge goes on deepening purple urges
The pen moving on your impatient corpuscles
It creates keen flowers of electricity in your water
And the charge goes on deepening purple urges
What is born we may call it a star studded sky
It creates a keen flower of electricity in your water
On a peak a clasping dance of aroused intellect
What is born we may call it a star studded sky
Come, let's mingle the starlight in the blossoms we make
On a peak a clasping dance of aroused intellect
First fond touches and then the crimson sweet bite
Come, let's mingle the starlight in the blossoms we make
Didn’t you keep waiting for me my dear white page
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27 May, 2017--Contest: Form P --Sponsor: Broken Wings
Form: Pantoum --Theme: Page
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017
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