Burning Desire Of A Lover

O beautiful, o my love, When again would I rest my head On soft fruits of yours? When again would I kiss Those cherry petals of yours? When again would I swim In river of your sweetness? I am so keen to see dance of my heart When you touch my breast With your buttery soft bosom. I am so keen to hear song of my soul When you caress my breast With your impatient nails. I am so keen to witness wildness of my mind When you run your hands below my waist. My fingers are tingling Longing to feel your softness. My lips are throbbing Longing to kiss your fragrance. My soul is crying Longing to drink your sweetness. O beautiful, o my love, I am throbbing, burning, dying To feel every bit of yours. How could I wait? How long could I wait? How long? © Arun Maji