DEW DROP ON THE ROSE PETAL
The night bore no witnesses…calling none but we
No eyes to stare, just stillness, you and me.
No moonlight this time to shine of your skin.
No silhouettes in the darkness, no dungeons deep.
There were no poems recited just raw passion unleashed,
No eyes to stare, just stillness, you and me.
There was a whole meadow to choose from
But I picked the rose, one petal at time and pain of the thorn
...or was it the other way around??
No words spoken, just moans and sighs
Heartbeats exchanged in the calm of night.
Hushed up words, secrets kept,
As the night passed into light…
The colour of your lips, or was it the prism,
The sun came out to reveal the smiles
When I climaxed to the taste of dewdrop on the rose petal.
16 comments:
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Now, it is clear..
:) Loved it!!
That was the poet Mayank Mediratta i was looking for! :)
Beautiful, Mayank :)
wishes,
devika
seductive!!!!!!
Beautiful poem after a long time.:)
nice bro.
i came back to read the dewdrop metaphor again.. and this time, it makes a lot more sense.
Landed here randomly. U got some good shit here, eh!
sensuous delight....just raw talent unleashed....
ahhh...how sensuous :)
and guess karo main kaun hoon?
m not nastradamus n u r not alicia silverstone :p
Oh around??
Time for a new one, Mayandamus :)
wishes,
devika
Nostradamus*
Very romantic this one is...
Nice way you painted a picture!! I am biased tho. I have always loved your writing.. But this is great!
Now excuse me while I take a cold shower! hahahahaha
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