Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

you. yes it was only you o! beloved


You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
wonderfully luscious lips; invincibly started and
ended; my every passionately ignited and bountifully
iridescent; kiss;
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
rhapsodically emancipating eyes; spell-bindingly
started and ended; my every royally unfettered and
victoriously poignant; fantasy,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
intricately silken feet; ecstatically started and
ended; my every intrepidly titillating and timelessly
reinvigorating; adventure,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
sensuously reverberating spine; unbelievably started
and ended; my every interminably voluptuous and
beautifully euphoric; caress,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
victoriously effulgent palms; stupendously started and
ended; my every stroke of joyously unbridled and
inscrutably bewitching; destiny,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
ravishingly titillating hair; handsomely started and
ended; my every unabashedly liberating and vivaciously
blessed; dance,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
gorgeously seductive nape; inebriatingly started and
ended; my every immaculately wondrous and regally
ameliorating; nibble,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
uninhibitedly dimpled chin; marvelously started and
ended; my every anecdote of pristinely sparkling and
insatiably charismatic; mischief,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
ravenously effervescent belly; potently started and
ended; my every fierily unending and fabulously
exultated; lick,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
rapturously blushing cheeks; poignantly started and
ended; my every odyssey of inimitably undying and
victoriously unprecedented; excitement,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
blissfully sweat-laden armpit; irrefutably started and
ended; my every trail of truthfully emollient and
indefatigably insuperable; perseverance,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
mellifluously holistic fingers; ecstatically started
and ended; my every impeccably benign and
unsurpassably altruistic; artistry,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
flirtatiously flapping ears; indomitably started and
ended; my every timelessly augmenting and mystically
groping; desire,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
compassionately roused bosom; unflinchingly started
and ended; my every vial of peerlessly fecund and
blessedly magnetic; virility,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose densely
enamoring brow; vividly started and ended; my every
enigmatically evoking and serenely serendipitous;
whisper,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
thunderously electric thighs; uncontrollably started
and ended; my every humanely ardent and eternally
emaciated; longing,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
magically ameliorating soul; harmoniously started and
ended; my every act of wonderfully egalitarian and
unconquerably symbiotic; humility,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
incomprehensibly perennial nostrils; aristocratically
started and ended; my every expedition of romantically
princely and unimaginably heroic; life,
You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose
immortally throbbing heart; perpetually started and
ended; my every beat of divinely blossoming and
insuperably uniting; love. 

Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

Topic(s): poetry


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