Splitted Petals of the rose apart
when whither on dry land
the enliven lips call me in grace
and the wet petal rose lips
are the Leverage In Piercing Senses...
Forebearing pain and the mumbles
smoothen curves locking each other
one over the other with entwined nerves
while playing wonderful love in lief
the Leverage In Piercing Senses
where we live in fire
and the volcano fall as dew in us
our lips are enliven in true love....
The lips of love written in a succinct soothing poem...................Thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Finest lips’ morphology and neuronal passion! Cheers with four lips in chorus for ten. Ms. Nivedita Eukey [UK]. Thanks for comment. Cordially invite to my page New post SPURNED LOVE niv