Taunt me not, just intoxicate me
with dew drops from honeyed lips,
allow me to bury this lover's face
in delicate fragrance of silky tresses,
lightly squeeze those haughty breasts,
feel contours of your sculpted frame,
plumb depths of an ever familiar ocean,
wake ecstasy from it's deepest slumber,
let manhood run amok, then burst into
your womanhood like an angry volcano
just once more my love ! I can lie dormant
afterwards for ages, to rise again when
we are reborn in another age. It's not
lust my love, but an yearning for the
perfumed memory of a love we shared
aeons ago. Don't you remember my love?
Love was not a four letter word those
carefree days under the evening shadows
of 'Howwa' beach.
17/09/10 R Jayachandran
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