#lovedesire
Your eyes like twin moons eclipsing
your mouth the door to paradise
your tongue deepens in to me
and from my mouth truth tempts
to my words depths fall and i will make you fly
come to me sweetly like the mist covets the forest
and i ll make you a moon in my darkness
no other in my sky
cascade into me like a storm
dark water all at once
so i cannot escape
you are the prisoner now
in my fantasy
you are my willing slave
my puppet
leather,lace,iron my choice
you surrender to me and me to you
in an endless circle like serpent biting eachother
with the venom of desire
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 4:38 PM UTC
I can talk to you about the stars and the sun.
I can talk to you about Technicolor and the different shades of gray.
I can talk to you about the heat from the earths core.
Or the freezing temperatures from the vacume of space.
I can talk to you about books and their scent.
Old tomes with stories of love and heartache.
I can talk to you about war and peace.
Politics and race
I can, talk to you about most anything.
What I can not do is talk of Love and the drugs it exhumes.
I can not talk of longing for all the things this world teases us with.
But I can talk to you about desire and suffering.
For that is what you are to me.
What others are to you.
We desire
So we suffer.
One of many lessons taught by the great master.
You know this to be true.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
***Tum se hi meri pehchaan hai.
Atul yoon hi nahin bana main.
Tum se hi meri zindagi hai.
Aashiq tumhaara yoon hi nahin bana main.
Tum se hi meri khushi hai.
Pyaar tumhe aise hi nahin karta.
Tum se hi meri santushti hai.
Pyaar tumhe yoon hi nahin karta.
Har kavita mein meri tumhaari hi jhalak hoti hai.
Kavi bada main yoon hi nahin bana.
Har saans tumhaari hi yaad dilaati hai.
Zindagi ** meri tum yoon hi nahin kehta.***
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*From you is my identity,
Atul originates from you.
From you is my life,
I am your crazy lover.
From you is my happiness,
I love you just so seriously.
From you is my satisfaction,
I don't love you just for fun.
Each poem of mine carries your imagery,
I have been a seasoned poet worshipping you.
Every breath reminds me of you,
I call you my life not just for saying.*
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
Young bliss
a fragrant kiss.
Lips slumber
eyes agaze.
Arms aflame
damp passion.
Enmeshed in desire
Bloomed within.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC