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I knew he was the love for me
when he walked into my life,
spectacularly gorgeous,
sweet, but humble,
a tall, charming man
that captivated
my alluringly splendid body.
His sparkling dark eyes
shined like the white,
imaginative moonlight,
his full, **** lips
reminded me of perfumed pink flowers
growing in the front yard
of luxurious seaside homes.
His arms were wonderful, flexible,
his chests broad, well-fleshed,
his hands smooth and masculine,
his thighs divinely elegant,
his life everything that blossoms
in my warm, loving heart.
I am enchanted as I type
these softly striking words
of supersensual affection for him.
I can’t stop writing about him,
how his deep and exclusive existence
permeates through my bloodstream,
how he extremely gleams
in my melodic, magnetic stream.
I bottle his beguiling beauty,
savor it in the deepest
chamber of my cells,
so I can always be
close to him.
You are my eternity,
the pure truth that echoes
in my delicate and seemingly
wondrous soul.
You are the essence
of sweet and vivid dreams,
my domain of beautiful lifelong memories.
You are the smooth, exciting beat
playing so sensually
where the sun-kissed, sparkling seas
harmonize with the joyous, crystal sound.
You are the many reasons
why I smile and embrace
the serene and incandescent sun
of your bright and golden life.
Here he was again,
compassionate and considerate,
clean-shaven, dapper,
popular and remarkably clever
and optimistic,
slim, stern, and hardworking,
a promising, worthy man
bursting with phenomenal power.
He was in my thoughts more than I should allow.
I was trying to erase this infatuation
from my mind,
but his dark, expressive eyes
keep haunting me on the inside,
his whole armored body  
stalking me in my sleep,
making it hard to get over him.
And I try harder to block him
out my large, loving heart,
let his blowing kisses
vanish in the warm winds
to another distant lover,
let his swagger sift
in the lost seas of time
to an unknown spot
I could never find,
let his irresistibly soft passion
come to a cease as I blasted
it with blazing torpedoes.
But just when I thought
I had eliminated him
from my nation,
he kept reappearing
in my subconsciousness,
so strong I almost slipped
and fell on his long, colossal bridges
of seamless handsomeness,
incapable of running away,
a prisoner of love
in his addictive and extraordinary world.
The roses of my garden were a shade of burgundy...
And lo! the blood in my veins too...!

How the burgundy wind sweeps the burgundy curls of my hair...
Oh, it's ethereal!

I write my histories under a burgundy roof...
The same roof that hides me from the wrath of burgundy clouds...!

A burgundy river flows by... Painting a burgundy canvas...!

Is it not that when you are in love, you tend to see your lover everywhere...!
And in my case...

My lover is "Burgundy"...!
~Venandi
Who has laid the rule that your lover has to be a person?
You can indeed be so verily in love with a colour! ❤
Thank u for reading!
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