My sensuality is melting today,
please, do not associate with the melting pot,
also not as the pursuit of physical,
it's oft about something classical
better known as mental sexual.
My vulnerability is terribly increasing,
but that's not with our love, within,
our love has nothing to do with this
it remains the uttermost bliss
This engrossing story of my soul,
am so sorry to nag the whole
persons cannot be trusted
am just confiding here, that's it
nagging is never as cute as we may wish
presenting now my un-delicate dish
hereafter comes to my sequel if you wish
I confide you these are my blessings too, my fears
smiling through my happy tears….
© Sylvia Frances Chan
MONDAY MORN - Summer-The 3rd of Sept 2018
@ 8.51 hrs A.M. West-European Time
Thank you so much, dear Master Poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir. I am grateful for all your precious support, that means a very lot to me.
This engrossing story of soul nags more. But God's mercy empowers soul. Confiding blessings with happy tear is great attitude of emotion. This poem is also very beautifully penned.
Ooops, forgot to mention this is a definite 10 in my book!
I like your voice in this poem.... it is like I am standing in your head and all these thoughts are whizzing by on their electrical journey from one brain cell to the next with lightning speed before darting to another cell on another context. Captivating, Sylvia! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Susan, thank you a very lot for reading my " nag" poem. I am moved by your comment, I am glad that you like my poem, thank you for the precious 10.