quiet rage
every living
should raise
against him
for making
and creating
hell
you could try
vanishing
the evil
selfishness
hypocrisy
and make
the world
a better place

sitting close
arm around
your shoulder
he turns
your face
towards himself
and plants
a gentle kiss
on your
thirsty lips ~

wish that
makes
your pains
go away
wish that
brings
smile on
your face ~

caressing
your lovely skin
the ups
the down
your beautifully
landscaped
desires
he feels
heavens
in your attire ~

my fingers
feel heavens
my lips
need nectar
kissing you
again
caressing you
all over ~

soft *****
of her return
back
she scaled
mountains
he remained
grounded
loneliness
could not
let her stay
atop
descent was
smooth
love's sake ~