A sonnet
still you pulled me near with soft parted lips.
The moment serene, with no need to rush,
drinking sweet nectar with delicate sips.
Lost with desire in love's tender balm,
in fervour my soul to you became known.
Heightened with yearning, I yield to your charm,
hearing sweet whispers in your dulcet tones.
Passion's bubbles glisten as moistened dew,
seep into my skin and through to my soul,
take over my being essence of you,
seized with such feelings that I can't control.
An aura surrounds us like morning mist,
has stayed with us since that first day we kissed.
Poetry by Kiran
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Written on 2007-05-01 at 13:36
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First Kiss
Bashful, with cheeks tinged with rose tinted blushstill you pulled me near with soft parted lips.
The moment serene, with no need to rush,
drinking sweet nectar with delicate sips.
Lost with desire in love's tender balm,
in fervour my soul to you became known.
Heightened with yearning, I yield to your charm,
hearing sweet whispers in your dulcet tones.
Passion's bubbles glisten as moistened dew,
seep into my skin and through to my soul,
take over my being essence of you,
seized with such feelings that I can't control.
An aura surrounds us like morning mist,
has stayed with us since that first day we kissed.
Poetry by Kiran
Read 662 times
Written on 2007-05-01 at 13:36
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