Rain drops fall from a peaceful heaven
And descend onto your nose slipping through
The crevices of your lips and surfing the waves
of your body.
I trace my finger along the river path from
where ecstasy emerged.
I create ripples of passion along your trembling flesh,
and envision flashes of happiness as I gaze into your eyes.
Your moist skin creates liquid crystals and rise into
A rich aroma of wanting..
These raindrops are tiny enigmas, mysteries of
A un-chartered territory that I will soon drown in
For as long as I have breath in my soul.
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
Rain drops fall from a peaceful heaven
And descend onto your nose slipping through
The crevices of your lips and surfing the waves
of your body.
I trace my finger along the river path from
where ecstasy emerged.
I create ripples of passion along your trembling flesh,
and envision flashes of happiness as I gaze into your eyes.
Your moist skin creates liquid crystals and rise into
A rich aroma of wanting..
These raindrops are tiny enigmas, mysteries of
A un-chartered territory that I will soon drown in
For as long as I have breath in my soul.
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