The Art Of Love - Poem by lady grace
as we travel from this dot to the epicenter
where we can pass through mountains and plains
we can touch evidences of nature
in the ground of love and desire...
there’ll be times
when the world stops on its axis
and the silence rules everywhere
dews start rolling over our body
and a desire of love grows anywhere...
there are moments
when the world starts to tremble
and all the movements wall to wall
lip touches lip
tongue reaches tongue
measures every corner of our love...
on the contrary where speed meets time
and no one knows how dusk meets dawn
there..in the arms of obedience
unmask the emotions of two loving couples...
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