Am I falling In Love with you?

k-balachandran Poems

This heaviness, a stone in the chest, a brooding passion flower, fully at bloom, at moonlit night- emits the distinct scent of the tormentor of my heart, an intoxicating accent it exudes-- which cages my mind. Lust is its subtext. Lungs are bottled up with a mix of her pheromones, signature perfume and the musky scent of her sweat, If a girl, with that intensity gets in to the system, mixes in blood, it's excruciating pain, is a bane, and an insane ecstatic bliss, same time! This isn't animal instinct, I know, didn't she bare her mind though on the sly, in words that has many facets, like a diamond? No, still not sure, feels like an idiot, (Wasn't she quite an artist, playing with my heart? But I am totally her's, can't help it, from those moments, which refuses to leave me in peace) A longing that won't let me take her off from my mind's GPS. Oh! now, shut both eyes and imagine her undress in slow moves, her lush, chiselled form, sends me waves of fragance, I am on the verge of collapse... Then- suddenly the phone rings, she complains a heaviness of heart, ***** thoughts that- refuse to go to sleep. "What would you do for this?" she anxiously whispers, "Hey, you are the only doctor, I can lay my hands on, to keep this malady at bay, I badly need you near here, **Is it true? Am I falling in love with you?"**