Beauty, Fire and Desire
In Worship Of Your Beauty:I remember the time
When your eyes were filled
With the joy of me
And my name fell
In softness from your lips
And then my heart
Released from me
Came to you
In worship of your beauty
I remember the times:
I remember the times...
I remember the time when you
Whispered softly of my beauty,
Poured honey into my ears...
Your touch gently caressed my skin,
Sending shudders of joy down my spine,
Your fingers gently brushed my hair...
My eyes filled with tears of ecstasy
Of being one with thee,
And I came unto you off my own...
I remember the times...
Do you?
As love got in the way:
It was such a beautiful time
So pure so clear
So tender and true
This gentle caring of
Me and you
And it was
In the winter of
your desire
when the fire died
As love got in the way
Spring of desire:
I remember the spring of desire,
When you and I were on fire,
When smouldering ambers
Suddenly took to flames,
When winter melted
into the summer
of hot flames licking
our beings entire...
Oh, How we were on fire...
Love oozed out of every pore
Love was in our very core...
I remember the spring of desire,
Do you?
This Fire:
I bet you believed
This love would die
But it never would
And it never could
Just like that
It was far too deep
A bit too real
This fire
Souls afire:
Souls on fire
When two souls are on fire
The fires of desire
The desire's always young
The souls never die,
And neither does the fire!
I remember the souls on fire
Full of desire
This fire still burns
The Soul still yearns...
Love is always young...
Authors: Zoya Zaidi and lastromantichero
Aligarh (India) and Berkshire (UK)
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi and lastromantichero
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-06-14 at 06:49
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