Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

after meeting her


After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my dreams;
in the whites of her immaculately sacrosanct eyes; as
she glided like a voluptuously euphoric wind; swiping
me like a fragrant petal from the complexion of this
earth,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my smiles;
in the voluptuous contours of her ravishingly rubicund
lips; surrendering my impoverished entity wholesomely
to her divine senses,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my
embarrassment; in the robust pink of her seductively
gorgeous cheeks; as I stood awestruck; stupendously
fascinated by the glory of her fabulous scent,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my voice;
in the realms of her melodiously glorious throat;
wholesomely embracing her mesmerizing shadow,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my
innocence in her marvelously impeccable eyelashes;
blooming in the tantalizing aura that radiated
profusely from her skin,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my
perceptions in her incredulously fantastic brain;
profoundly coalescing with the fountain of excitement
that drifted from even the most intricate of her
veins,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my strength
in her majestically formidable shoulders; which
alleviated every fraternity of despicably shivering
humanity with indispensable ingredients of
philanthropism; in her poignant blood,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my opulence
in the magnanimous domains of her benign soul; feeling
Omnipotently alive each instant; as I complimented her
benevolent stride; step for step,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my
exhilaration in her enchantingly royal footsteps; as
she galloped like a princess through a valley of
exuberantly fantastic adventure,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my enigma
in her tumultuously throbbing pulse; as she swept like
an inscrutably titillating whirlwind; through an
entrenchment of ebullient resplendence,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my yearning
in her insatiably fervent palms; cuddling her
magnetically divine skin till times beyond absolute
eternity,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my
obsession in her compassionately flaming caress;
triggering thunderbolts of unsurpassable desire in my
countenance; even in the heart of the drearily
impoverished night,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my hunger
in the ingratiatingly delectable interiors of her
magnificent belly; as she swished like an everlasting
seductress; with Omniscient moonlight descending
fabulously from blue sky,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my
aspirations in the astonishingly animated lines of her
palm; as she floated like a wonderful fairy; through
the corridors of astronomical solidarity,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my
belongings in the unbelievably intriguing melody of
her voice; enslaving myself in meek obeisance with the
profuse sweetness; that enshrouded her from all sides,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my
versatility in her stupendously dexterous fingers; as
she articulately molded even the most threadbare of
clay into bountiful fields of scintillating paradise,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my
righteousness in her irrefutably godly conscience; as
she slained herself an infinite times; only to be
reborn yet again as the idol of perpetual truth and
mankind,

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my passion
in her piquantly passionate blood; melanging each
constituent of my persona with the religion of
humanity in her magnanimous grace,


And after meeting her; I immortally forgot my
reservoir of unending love in her marvelously ecstatic
heart; bonding each beat of my penuriously staggering
life; with her celestially cascading romance; which
had forever become my breath; forever had become mine
and only mine. 

Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

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