Last night I dreamt of you
Continuing what we couldnt complete
Our salivas intermingling
Lips travelling from head to feet
Mmmm...whole body tingling
Bare on the sheet
Our souls singing....
You, the hunter
And I, the prey
And then
The prey becomes the hunter
Satiating our hunger
But the bodies are not enough
Our thirst goes deep
To dive into the soul
To make each other complete
Where its pure and divine
We dont feel the heat
Happy in our respective shrines
We are floating
amidst pristine white clouds
Thousands of angels
Come out and enshroud
Showering us with rose petals
And we are endowed
With their blessings.....
A very passionate piece, the body and the souls unite then blessed by angels, what could be better!
Standing on the edge of the balcony of the famous Qutub Minar; I looked out for you...... for an amzing poetess is afraid to come-out in front and claim the trophies and accolades that await her...... truly sensous, exotic and hmmmmmmmmm.. what a welcome treat for me! hahahaha
You say Mmmmm.....I say Hmmmmmm! lol! T.O.>>>You do own the passionate skills to Pen the sensual....Afine job, here, as per usual....striking pictorial & well constructed crafting... ~ f.j.r. ~
A deep passion felt in this piece, wonderfully written. All the best, Diane
The passion in this piece flows well o'er the falls of poetic imagery, Well delivered...TO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A dreamy picture of love and longing...beautifully crafted. Justine