The night is so calm
And I am in your arms
The moon is there to witness
And the snow flurries with its wetness
roll along the breeze through the window
And I crawl under your shadow
Your tender and feather touch
Warm strokes and the smooch
And the nibble on my ears and neck
takes me to the cloud decks
Rini, you know the art of hiding darkness and shielding the warmth of love more than anyone. Still the poet in you has been honest in painting this number so beautifully. Thanks. 10+++++
Fascinating- the word e-r-o-t-i-c was censored from my comment between physically and love. hmmmm....the PH censors take weeks to remove abusive and threatening comments, but have an immediate issue with Eros. interesting.
This series of physically love poetry into which you have ventured (and are accomplishing while continuing your talent for lyrically and visually rich imagery) has given me the additional pleasure of witnessing your entourage of academically inclined colleagues grasp for safe and innocuous phraseology to compliment what is becoming otherwise too hot to handle. I think perhaps you are also enjoying being a bit of a tease. :)
Such a lovely description of feelings of a woman, so nicely painted in in beautiful words.
Stroke and smooch indicate the intense love that you have captivatingly depicted here, dear Rini. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fantastic poem! Very impressive write, Shibu. Thanks for sharing such a lofty words.