Nikhil Parekh

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

Loved By Her Love - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

My proudest desire; was to be relentlessly desired by her mystically voluptuous eyes; whether they stared lamely into exotic space; or whether they shut themselves into a boundlessly celestial reverie,

My proudest possession; was to be intransigently possessed by her seductively enamoring arms; the compassionate whirlpools of fragrant moisture; that tumultuously encapsulated the inside of her palms,

My proudest fantasy; was to be insatiably fantasized by her intriguingly spell binding brain; become an integral part of her every sensuously titillating dream,

My proudest philosophy; was to be ardently philosophized by her philanthropically benign countenance; as she disseminated every element of goodness in my impoverished soul; to the most fathomless corners of this enchanting earth,

My proudest voice; was to be indefatigably voiced by her melodiously blissful throat; become the poignant rudiments of every sound; that emanated from her rubicund tongue,

My proudest certificate; was to be irrefutably certified by her impeccably majestic grace; as she not only made me feel the opulently blessed organism alive; but marvelously vanquished even the most inadvertently committed sins; of my past life,

My proudest symbol; was to be unequivocally symbolized by her piquantly perpetual senses; as she tirelessly traced every disastrously trembling contour of my body; till infinite kilometers beyond the land of; bountifully everlasting paradise,

My proudest charm; was to be miraculously charmed by her Omnipotent presence; blend every element of my staggeringly debilitated persona; with her magnetically sacrosanct; religion of humanity,

My proudest aspiration; was to be irrevocably aspired by her seductively dancing footsteps; become every silken path on which she tread her; fabulously fervent

My proudest poetry; was to be unrelentingly poeticized by her ecstatically gushing tears of unprecedented happiness; become every landscape of fantastically
flowering beauty; which she magnificently sketched on the; gloriously barren canvas,

My proudest obsession; was to be overwhelmingly obsessed by every droplet of Omnisciently crimson blood that traversed like thunderbolts of white lightening through her veins; become everything that she caressed in the tenure of her; blissfully endowed lifetime,

My proudest purification; was to be sagaciously purified by her patriotically marching stride; as she conquered even the most diminutive speck of evil in the atmosphere; with the unfathomable river of empathy; in her mesmerizing conscience,

My proudest feeling; was to be incessantly felt by her harmoniously godly fingers; escalate to the most eternal clouds of steaming romance; as she magically spun the web of her untamed yearning; around every famished pore of my dreary silhouette,

My proudest perception; was to be timelessly perceived by the unsurpassable flames of belonging in her redolent chest; gyrate as the only angel of her life; in the immaculate whites of her eyes,

My proudest teaching; was to be prudently taught by her magnanimously righteous grace; become every ubiquitously priceless principle of mankind; that she diffused like a Goddess; to the remotest corner of this colossal planet,

My proudest light; was to be magnetically lighted by the lamp of her perennially augmenting ebullience; as she uncontrollably fulminated into cloudbursts of
sheer euphoria; at the tiniest of my caress,

My proudest reflection; was to be emphatically reflected in every glimmer that marvelously radiated from her flamboyantly bedazzling sweat; become every
line of destiny wonderfully besieging her Omnipresent hands,

My proudest breath; was to be impregnably breathed by her ardently blazing nostrils; become every iota of ravishing air which she inhaled; into the realms of her innocuously heaving chest,

My proudest love; was to be immortally loved by her unassailably charismatic heart; perpetually live and die; with its handsomely palpitating beats; alike.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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