Your divine aura surrounding my mind,
The collier of your bangles reminds me,
Beautiful was the last night like always.
The sweet heart ache was astounding,
The remnants still linger in our bodies,
Beautiful is the realization that dawns.
A picture of the previous evening shines,
The picture shines in my mind-your mind,
Beautiful was the setting sun yesterday.
Sweet sugary bourbon biscuit in your lips,
How I chased you down onto the cushion,
Beautiful are those moments of a lip-lock.
Sweet was the biscuit or your sugary lips,
I zoomed onto the smiling curve of yours,
Beautiful is the shape as they pout open.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
Your divine aura surrounding my mind,
The collier of your bangles reminds me,
Beautiful was the last night like always.
The sweet heart ache was astounding,
The remnants still linger in our bodies,
Beautiful is the realization that dawns.
A picture of the previous evening shines,
The picture shines in my mind-your mind,
Beautiful was the setting sun yesterday.
Sweet sugary bourbon biscuit in your lips,
How I chased you down onto the cushion,
Beautiful are those moments of a lip-lock.
Sweet was the biscuit or your sugary lips,
I zoomed onto the smiling curve of yours,
Beautiful is the shape as they pout open.
My HP Poem #427
©Atul Kaushal
