A Wild Lover

Before I grow frail and die I want to have you more and more. Tell me- if anything is more pleasing than feeling you shaking? If anything is more soothing than hearing you moaning? Make no mistake my love I shall not leave any cell of yours untouched any fragrance of yours unsmelled any breath of yours unfelt. I am born to drink every drop of your sweetness dig every cave of your profoundness. I am born to, and so shall I do. I shall do it until my lips die and life dwindles down to darkness. If you are mine I shall treat you as mine and have you to depth of my heart. If I die before I am delighted I shall turn into air and drink all your sweetness. Make no mistake my love I shall not leave any drop of yours undrunk any petal of yours untouched. To be full, I shall drink your full. © Arun Maji Painting: Emile Lecomte Vernet