My Soul's Exquisite Desire

My soul's exquisite desire,
My very own,

 Earnest be thy vehement dedication,
Devoted be thy zealous heart,
Unexplored be thy devout soul,
Ardent be thy impassioned course,
Real and transparent be thy crystal thoughts,
Divine be thy rapturous verses,
Otherworldly be thy mystical expressions,

 I am that velvet flower, 
the petals of which await, 
the stirring touch of thy lips,
The delightful aura of thy fragrant breaths,
Shall sprinkle life into the smooth petiols,
And like the spectacular cherry blossoms,
The floret would unfurl and bloom in blushing pink,
The rose folioles would be the adornment of the clenched palms,
And a lore shall commence, on the silken spreads,
Lost would be the souls, in the light of scented flickering candles,
Bathed in the plush aroma of vanilla and lavender,
A tear shall traverse down the flower's eyes,
When you would unveil and stride forth,
Into the secret arcadia of a thousand golden dreams........

 (c) Shilpa Sandesh




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