Temple Of Love - Poem by Praveen Kumar
I lay on her body in perfect peace,
Our hearts throbbing in unisonance,
Our souls craving for more of each,
My hands probing delicate contours
Along the length of mound of roses,
Her alluring body beneath me made,
And together we tied in absolute bliss.
She was pure love all along her body,
Benign radiance of love and sacrifice
In the silent joy of offering herself;
She is holy shrine of love and worship,
And I surrendered myself to her beauty,
Reached and touched offerings she made,
With tender love dripping from soul.
Her gentle warmth was consuming me,
And I reached rosy lips with hard lips
And drained all joy universe can have
From her parted lips that invited mine;
A tender fire of live gracious passions
Consumed us both in one single sweep,
And we lost count where what we do.
I flared in desires like unbound wild fire,
Like camphor she liquesced beneath me,
Spreading sweet fragrance all around us,
And lighting love lamp there and near;
We, consumed in love and desires alike,
Alternated in tender love and passions;
Only passions in love brings fulfillment.
I moved from mouth downward in steps,
Stamping soft marks on mounds and vales,
And stripping veils that inconvenience us;
I yearned to give, and she yearned to have,
And we prayed that time passed not out,
So we remain together undisturbed forever,
Worshipping each other in body and soul.
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