Before I grow frail and die
I want to have you more and more.
Tell me-
if anything is more pleasing
than feeling you shaking?
If anything is more soothing
than hearing you moaning?
Make no mistake my love
I shall not leave any cell of yours untouched
any fragrance of yours unsmelled
any breath of yours unfelt.
I am born to
drink every drop of your sweetness
dig every cave of your profoundness.
I am born to, and so shall I do.
I shall do it until my lips die
and life dwindles down to darkness.
If you are mine
I shall treat you as mine
and have you to depth of my heart.
If I die before I am delighted
I shall turn into air
and drink all your sweetness.
Make no mistake my love
I shall not leave any drop of yours undrunk
any petal of yours untouched.
To be full, I shall drink your full.
© Arun Maji
Painting: Emile Lecomte Vernet
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