ecstacy
i run across the field,you after me trying to catch up with my run,i don't come at hand easily,the wind is my friend,it rustles through the leaves,and creates a tune to muse,the stream flows in a rhythm too,the clouds float across the moon,they accompany our game of hide and seek,and then you catch me,under the moonlight your face glows,
a glow of longing,a sparkle in your eyes,as if i am born on those eyes,
you murmur my name,as i move closer,our lips meet,
creating a heaven of our own,
as the night of ecstasy moves on.......
2 comments:
mild sensual poetry at its best..
ed my mind...how come i hav'nt read this b'fore...?.
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