And I cannot sleep.
I want to, but I cannot.
For,
You keep me awake.
Dream within a dream!
Yes, dream within dream
That is what you are.
Smile in your eyes,
Fire in your lips,
Impalpable death in your voice-
They all keep me awake.
Your silken skin,
Wild finger nails,
Fragrant hair,
Feather-soft touch,
Ignite fire within me.
And I do not know
How to extinguish this fire
If you are away.
All day, all night
And all my existence-
I keep thinking about
Your heavy breath, so warm and wild;
Your fiery kiss, so sweet and seductive;
Your crushing embrace, so pleasant and painful.
And I die
Slowly but surely.
I die Craving you.
Yes, this is called passion.
It's born in womb of your smile
And thrives in fire of your lips.
Even fleeting thought of yours
So irresistible, so unconquerable,
That I have no choice
But to surrender.
Between you and I,
You are the victor
And I am the defeated.
And it would always be like that.
But guess what
I love it.
I cherish it.
© Arun Maji
Painting: Pino Daeni
Your silken skin, Wild finger nails, Fragrant hair, Feather-soft touch, Ignite fire within me. And I do not know How to extinguish this fire any one will die for the beautiful girl full of passion you depict Most will love to be in Q even me @80
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem from a man on fire, good subject we’ll write