Touch Poem by Shruti Goswami

A simple touch,
Transcends all consciousness,
And when you suck,
The brown buds of my breast, within me,
A surge of feelings, that migrates
From the personal to the transpersonal,
A deep craving to unite, my bud with your lips,
Like triune, and the flower of my life blossoms,
As the juice of life, flows, from bosom to mouth,
A strange feeling to unite all and sundry,
Engulfs me in such passionate flames,
Travels up to my mind,
And I thrust myself into you some more,
With such helpless desire,
That I fail to take cognizance of the deep bites,
And marks that your mouth in its quest to conquer,
Leaves behind.
And I proudly feel the bliss and liberation, of oneness,
That only you could give,
As I unite with the consciousness of light
Within the subconscious darkness of my mind.