"... In my dreams she swoops down from the sky, until I remain asleep she lives She giggles, she speaks a while, she sulks and then she leaves ...
And the spell breaks, I lay awake stunned in my bed
Untill the dawn comes empty handed with that mesmeric crimson red ...
In my first cup of coffee for the day she swirls in my heart with the spoon
Without suger the coffee tastes the exquisite sweetness of my moon ...
My lips try to grasp her, my tongue tries to take her in remand
She slips through my fingers like grains of sand ...
She's sunshine that plays on my skin throughout the day
I feel her warmth deep down my core as seductively she foreplays ...
I keep on working myself out until my desire to love releases
With her insatiable heat that on me she unleashes ...
Dusk comes empty handed too as she tends to set with the sun
Her scarlet menstrual blood in the sky reminds me for the day she's done ...
Another night approaches with pregnant dreams
My senses become overwhelmed with the fragrance of her night cream ...
As she prepares herself sitting infront of the mirror of my eyes
Naked except my flimsy desire covering her groin as her soul inwardly sighs ...
I close my eyes as she tiptoes to mount me, I being her throne
And I fall asleep amidst the background score played by her moans ...
Another session of noisy love making follows, I hear her hoarse voice
Her musk in my nose leaves me stirred and shaken with no choice ...
I try to react, as soon as I try to grasp her waist
She vanishes in thin air and my dream becomes moist ...
With sweat and my tears make my pillow drenching wet
She slips through my wakefulness, leaving me to wait ...
For another unslept night, followed by another dawn
She remains the untouched rose, I remain the thirsty thorn ...
I always miss touching her petals, deep scarlet
In my dreams I always meet her with a desire to mate ...
I don't want to have her as I love the rose, the butterfly and so many other things that she is
I don't want her to wither and wilt from the filthy fire of my body and the poison of my kiss ...
She's the rose I love, she's the lone butterfly flying in my sky
She's my muse I recreate again and again, she's the unseen moon, cynosure of my eyes ...
She's the love I know still exists, she's the throbbing of my broken heart
She's my soul that lives forever, we are conjoined, we can never fall apart ...
As long as I live, as long as her thought makes my eyes wet
Every tear drop I shed will resurrect her inside the soul of this poet ..."
©️Arijit
Untill the dawn comes empty handed with that mesmeric crimson red ...
In my first cup of coffee for the day she swirls in my heart with the spoon
Without suger the coffee tastes the exquisite sweetness of my moon ...
My lips try to grasp her, my tongue tries to take her in remand
She slips through my fingers like grains of sand ...
She's sunshine that plays on my skin throughout the day
I feel her warmth deep down my core as seductively she foreplays ...
I keep on working myself out until my desire to love releases
With her insatiable heat that on me she unleashes ...
Dusk comes empty handed too as she tends to set with the sun
Her scarlet menstrual blood in the sky reminds me for the day she's done ...
Another night approaches with pregnant dreams
My senses become overwhelmed with the fragrance of her night cream ...
As she prepares herself sitting infront of the mirror of my eyes
Naked except my flimsy desire covering her groin as her soul inwardly sighs ...
I close my eyes as she tiptoes to mount me, I being her throne
And I fall asleep amidst the background score played by her moans ...
Another session of noisy love making follows, I hear her hoarse voice
Her musk in my nose leaves me stirred and shaken with no choice ...
I try to react, as soon as I try to grasp her waist
She vanishes in thin air and my dream becomes moist ...
With sweat and my tears make my pillow drenching wet
She slips through my wakefulness, leaving me to wait ...
For another unslept night, followed by another dawn
She remains the untouched rose, I remain the thirsty thorn ...
I always miss touching her petals, deep scarlet
In my dreams I always meet her with a desire to mate ...
I don't want to have her as I love the rose, the butterfly and so many other things that she is
I don't want her to wither and wilt from the filthy fire of my body and the poison of my kiss ...
She's the rose I love, she's the lone butterfly flying in my sky
She's my muse I recreate again and again, she's the unseen moon, cynosure of my eyes ...
She's the love I know still exists, she's the throbbing of my broken heart
She's my soul that lives forever, we are conjoined, we can never fall apart ...
As long as I live, as long as her thought makes my eyes wet
Every tear drop I shed will resurrect her inside the soul of this poet ..."
©️Arijit
