*love? Poem by C. P. Sharma

Cupid's arrow
struck so deep
She came gasping
asking me:
What is love?
I want to know!
I want to know! !
Cupid shot me
his floral bow.
Her impatience
couldn't wait for words
I touched her mind
conveyed through
my glance and smile
to let her know
Love's true profile
My fingers moved softly
on silken skin
Caressing her
the love evoked
Submission in
its thrill invoked
She asked for
more and more
All that there was
in love's store
I gave a kiss
on red rose petaled lips
In deeper dives
of love she dipped
Her heart throbbed
with pleasing prick
She had felt love's
first strange grip
She said,
'Open up sweetheart
I don't want our lips to part
Tell what is love?
Tell more, still more
The freaks of lovely
Love Store.'
I gave her hug
Tighter it grew
Her fragrant tresses
Into my face flew
Panting for breath
In faint voice she said:
'In its bondage
I feel free.
I am the violin
You are the bow
Your bowing skills
over my bridge rove
As on my fingerboard
Your varied grips hold
Musical symphony
from me flows
And in orgasmic
bliss I glow
My feminine glory
My love bestow.'
Her face blushed
with bliss in mind
She asked for more
that was in store! ! !
I told her, in love
there is much more
It has roses and thorns
sensual smell, and
fragrance of flowers
Bliss of union, and
suffering of separation
The labor pains, and
joy of new birth
Waving mustard fields
and parched lands too
It is an incessant stream
flowing down mountains
to valleys and meandering
through plains merges into
all inclusive vast sea
It is impetuous as the sun
and soothing as the moon.
In love our universe
holds balance
In love the planets
Carry on their dance
In love the heaven
And earth meet
In love the nightingale's
Sweet tweet.
It is the soul of religions
The essence of scriptures
Devout and divine realization
Result of penance and meditation
Source of inspiration and freshness
The Ultimate Law of Universes, and
The supreme prayer of life.