Awsaaf Ali

Rookie - 30 Points (27th August 1997 / Hyderabad, India.)

The Pluviophile - Poem by Awsaaf Ali

For months, I waited to embrace her,
And then she came,
I cuddled her with no shame,
Standing naked under her presence,
Like the broken door of heavens,
She hugged me with impeccable love,
Smiled and presented a shove,
I was lost in her million eyes,
And then I begun making love with her...
Sucking her lips under her,
I opened my eyes and realized,
That every word she said, she lied,
I dint lie the only person who kissed, cuddled and made love to her...
Every person under her, she loved,
I crawled back into my abode,
Slashed my vein, and showed,
The love for her, as my blood mixed in her tears,
She wept, and there, forever, I slept.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

For the people who do not know, pluviophile is a person who is a true lover of rain. :)

Comments about The Pluviophile by Awsaaf Ali

  • Rookie - 421 Points Shania K. Younce (3/24/2014 11:14:00 PM)

    A very fine write. bien! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 10, 2014


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