Timelessly Inseparable Talking. Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Timelessly Inseparable Talking.



If it was your lusciously mesmerizing lips that wonderfully whispered; then it was my ardently igniting kisses that would do every bit of the timelessly enthralling talking,

If it was your fantastically hazel eyes that tranquilly whispered; then it was my indefatigably vivacious eyelashes that would do every bit of the timelessly flirtatious talking,

If it was your intrepidly celestial ears that charismatically whispered; then it was my inexhaustibly exploring tongue that would do every bit of the timelessly exploring talking,

If it was your seductively redolent feet that uninhibitedly whispered; then it was my irrefutably infallible trail that would do every bit of the timelessly adventurous talking,

If it was your daintily articulate fingers that unrestrictedly whispered; then it was my magically ameliorating artistry that would do every bit of the timelessly passionate talking,

If it was your celestially symbiotic shoulders that fantastically whispered; then it was my innocuously pristine selflessness that would do every bit of the timelessly redolent talking,

If it was your enigmatically unruly armpits that seductively whispered; then it was my pricelessly golden perspiration that would do every bit of the timelessly bountiful talking,

If it was your impeccably nubile chin that ebulliently whispered; then it were my infinite enamoring goose-bumps that would do every bit of the timelessly undefeated talking,

If it was your voluptuously ardent breasts that resplendently whispered; then it was my unceasingly kneading palms that would do every bit of the timelessly unbridled talking,

If it was your iridescently embellished belly that jubilantly whispered; then it was my unstoppably machismo hunger that would do every bit of the timelessly intermingling talking,

If it was your triumphantly truthful veins that ecstatically whispered; then it was my unassailably crimson blood that would do every bit of the timelessly blessed talking,
If it was your innovatively intriguing brain that unrestrictedly whispered; then it was my astoundingly fathomless fantasy that would do every bit of the timelessly exhilarating talking,

If it was your exotically desirous thighs that spell bindingly whispered; then it was my uncannily untamed electricity that would do every bit of the timelessly fervent talking,

If it was your unbelievably mellifluous throat that gorgeously whispered; then it was my inimitably new-born voice that would do every bit of the timelessly effulgent talking,

If it was your beautifully sculptured toes that inscrutably whispered; then it was my unfathomably magical shadow that would do every bit of the timelessly endowing talking,

If it was your piquantly hissing panic button that surreptitiously whispered; then it was my mischievously nibbling teeth that would do every bit of the timelessly reinvigorating talking,

If it was your insuperably Omniscient nostrils that beautifully whispered; then it was my immortally unsinkable life that would do every bit of the timelessly united talking,

If it was your perpetually throbbing heart that clandestinely whispered; then it was my unconquerably undying love that would do every bit of the timelessly coalescing talking,

And if unfortunately; not even the most infinitesimal iota of your mind; body or soul ever whispered; then even without the tiniest of your tangible innuendo; each beat of my heart; blood and breath would still forever and ever and ever bond with every aspect of your philanthropically emollient life; would still forever and ever and ever do every bit of the timelessly inseparable talking.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh

Dehradun, India
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