kind blue water, turning reluctantly black
by dark night's persuasions,
fallen yellow moon melt in to it
embracing swiftly changing waves,
curious fish, swimming up to it
from depths hoping to get a bit of moon splash,
drama of life,continues, changing players
moment after moment...

Courting cobra woman, never lets him go out of her focus,
pure passion made her hiss with delight, just on seeing him,
when her lips gathered his, her hiss led to a performance,
coiled together they swayed in sweet pressure, intensified by heat,
cobra woman told him not to be daunted by her ****** ferociousness,
her poison, he understood was pleasure by another name,
he then felt a drowsiness,so pleasant, that never will be explained in words

Dark cloud, consort of the rain,
billowing, dense, phantasmagoric, apparition,
             shift--
                     make me a
                     foamy bed, to rest,
                     and a smoky lyre,
                      to make music,
                      give me wings,
                      for my imagination to soar,
                             find me my true love for ever-
                              the ****** white clad maiden of the cloud,
                                the starry eyed angel;
                                  just let me
                                         hover around
                                              with you
                                                       for ever.

The more her canine teeth,
dip deeper, on his shoulder,
on crossing the threshold of pleasure,
the more he gets elated;
then, a doubt raises its head
and whispers,*"just being  plain dutiful,
or was it, like she felt, really beautiful?"

Physics may unravel the secrets,
of the  magnetism and electric pull between us,
but about the rest, it'll be only mute,
our laws of attraction will still be in the dark.

Cognitive science may be eloquent
about your keen intelligence and mine,
but falling in love, is beyond the ken of all this,
Is it the rush of hormones that -
brought us together like two merging whirlwinds?
Then, why not before this with any others?

Or was it a flash at first sight
that ignited  our unknown depths,
and built a' tower of desire',
burning like a raging fire, in our hearts
that mixed, dreams, imagination and intuition
with the magic of extra sensory perception?

**We should better solve the puzzle with a burning kiss

The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.