Nikhil Parekh

Gold Star - 6,473 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

Losing My Virginity - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

The rhapsodically untainted leaves; lost their virginity to the tantalizingly draughts of the unstoppably ecstatic and beautifully silken breeze,

The indomitably ferocious Sun; lost its virginity to the evanescent beams of the spell bindingly eclectic and enchantingly blessed dawn,

The triumphantly fertile earth; lost its virginity to the plodding of the vibrantly obstreperous and intrusively adulterated footsteps,

The unassailably glorious mountain peak; lost its virginity to the sensuous wisps of the bountifully bestowing and celestially surreal clouds,

The stupendously undulating sea; lost its virginity to the shimmering sands of the poignantly titillating and handsomely maverick shores,

The magnanimously stupefying night; lost its virginity to the jubilant streaks of the sensuously untamed and inimitably unconquerable white lightening,

The melodiously gurgling throat; lost its virginity to the poignant streams of the irrefutably transparent and seductively slippery spit,

The astoundingly intricate veins; lost their virginity to the life-yielding rivulets of the ubiquitously crimson and blessedly sacrosanct blood,

The royally sculptured palms; lost their virginity to the inexplicable lines of enigmatically eclectic and inevitably mystical destiny lines,

The profoundly fantastic hill-slopes; lost their virginity to the exultating cascade of the blissfully ameliorating and victoriously frosty waterfall,

The altruistically barren paper; lost its virginity to the coherent embellishment of the enthusiastically fulminating and literately majestic sapphire ink,

The unbelievably rubicund lips; lost their virginity to the raging inferno of unstoppably fiery and fervently royal kisses,

The amazingly silver web; lost its virginity to the surreptitiously tingling impression of the unprecedentedly fast and multifariously talented spider,

The exuberantly blossoming rose; lost its virginity to the boisterous body of the rambunctiously raconteur and incessantly chattering bumble bee,

The exhilaratingly curved road; lost its virginity to the wanton cavalcade of the indefatigably buzzing and indiscriminately marauding vehicles,

The ebulliently robust cheeks; lost their virginity to the unabashed swirl of the incongruously unruly and uninhibitedly machismo beard,

The fabulously emollient grassblades; lost their virginity to the beauteous sprinkling of the eternally burgeoning and timelessly golden dewdrops,

The indispensably ardent nostrils; lost their virginity to the unrelenting festoon of the
perennially blossoming and undyingly infallible breath,

The timelessly persevering armpits; lost their virginity to the righteous fountain of unflinchingly fragrant and philanthropically egalitarian sweat,

And I; lost my virginity not just for this birth; but for an infinite more births of mine yet to unfurl; to you and no other girl but you in this entire fathomlessly benign Universe; O! pricelessly immortal beloved.

Topic(s) of this poem: victory

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