From one corner of my eye,
iridescent sparks of love
involuntarily fly,
ignite the dormant suns,
yearning for a dawn,
within your lovely eyes;
overwhelmed by joy, they
light up my inner skies.
Either by the curl of your lips,
that suggests a perfect fit
with mine, keep waiting,
or with the sensual swing
of your curved alabaster hips,
that display gay abandon,
you set flames to fireworks,
that in my veins create tides
and set fire to my *****
that won't easily be quelled for a
while: till that time we both decide.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
From one corner of my eye,
iridescent sparks of love
involuntarily fly,
ignite the dormant suns,
yearning for a dawn,
within your lovely eyes;
overwhelmed by joy, they
light up my inner skies.
Either by the curl of your lips,
that suggests a perfect fit
with mine, keep waiting,
or with the sensual swing
of your curved alabaster hips,
that display gay abandon,
you set flames to fireworks,
that in my veins create tides
and set fire to my *****
that won't easily be quelled for a
while: till that time we both decide.
Malabar-The original spice country; on the south west sea board of India,
Kerala
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