Roaming

The night is thick with Fragrance of musk, emanating From the thick copse standing tall By the stream; Silence reigns like a mote Around the gelid darkness, You do come when vagrant mind Succumb to quiescent dream; Come, wake me up, Bring with you ineluctable Essence of your undying love, And sprinkle that on my bed; Banish shadows of doubts Charm me with soft squiggle of passion And let me go mad; Help me embrace the peace, Abounds in your high bosom, Take my hand to the domain of your Pulsating squib; Fill me with the lust of your eyes Drive me crazy with your lips Let your tongue send the desire Deep into my rib; Sickle of a moon performs the ablution, With honey dripping from Your pores and run down towards my Toes to fall on the creepy grass; As around the soft mound, You feel the forked tongue Roving and licking the hot dew Your body glistening as polished brass. Let us hang onto the blithe moments, Positioned with slipping stars Let the bodies sing the tune Of night long whispers of slippery hours; Let me fall upon you And you upon me for many times Till we lie sloth inhaling sweet scent Rising from the shady bowers. @Tiku 2015