Love is like a flower it mature as you grow
It's passionate like a fruit that tastes so wonderful.
Love is blissful it captures the imagination
It brings happiness to your soul, which has your spirit gravitating.
Love is so cosmic that it will have you floating on air
While they're sexualizing your mind with just a simple stare.
Love is so organic but it doesn't seem real
To the point you love their touch and the way it makes you feel.
Love is a boundary that no one should cross
Because your love isn't expendables, it has no cost.
Love is enjoying the company of a person very sexually,
Love is making a person feel good taking them to ecstacy.
So love the one you're with and don't let them go
Go sit down with that person and let them know.
That you love them so much, until death do you apart
Because that special person will always be in your heart.
We are giddy,
witches wear fish-net stocking
and black garters
or dress up
as naughty female devils
our minds run after.
Party shops are
sexualizing fantasy
nighty gowns
and ruby
high-heeled slippers.
Halloween’s a dirty dream
for those not naturally
lechers or hookers.
What fun we shall have
when the kids are in bed
asleep from trick or treating,
hands may roam over flesh and form
stirred-up by festive drinking,
behavior far from a usual norm,
acts some may well regret
come the sober light of dawn.
It was a summer night.
A windswept moonbeam
plummeted. Sexualizing
an indigo flesh. A butcher
was seducing
a spider, in company of
a holy book. Sunbathing in
mass grave of skulls. The eyes
peeking out of the caps.
You want to pluck the blue
berries from
volcano mounts. The key player
will burn your script. Body
of milk died on snow. The
moth was coming out of cocoon.
Satish Verma
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