Intense, delicate contact of the tip
Of an enameled fore finger
O’er this hardened flesh
Exploring relentlessly, observing minutely
The unbridled rapture that rises in my heart
Through the crest, through the dark.
The torment of a fallen eyelash
Cajolery of delicate angst in her eyes
Dash of fluttering eye lashes
in-between the amorous smiles
so radiates on her succulent lips
From the edge of the luscious hair, midnight black
Flows onto the curve of her sensuous strapless back
the seductive nostalgia in the darkest hour of the night.
The myth of desire, hidden in reality
The dreams, prisoner to the consciousness
Set free along with the slowly descending Sun
Ready to ascend someplace else.
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