The Game Of Love… Poem by Chandrashekar a posy poet

Oh, my fond valentine
My early dawn’s sunshine
The lustrous small of your back
Is my only celestial den
It is the very place indeed
My fingers often
beseech to play
the descant music
across the spine
as the twilight rain sings
in the most romantic tune
from the vault of heaven
feel my presence
Oh, my lovely doll
as I do fondle upon
Let all the frames
vibrate in rhythm
and surrender gently
to my pristine grasp…

Oh, my sweetest angel
Let me see the radiance
ignite from your face
the only passport to
my lone utopia
the imperfect perfections
add much glory to your beauty
Even a stone cold glare
so fierce and fiery
is good enough to make
the tumultuous river
stop its course…
It’s the only sacred place
Just above your waist
None could ever imagine
Oh, my ardent love
We could say so much
ever saying a word…