On a beautiful Sunday morning
snow is falling from heaven
and ……….
in that cold, very cold morning
you are standing besides me
My eyes are stagnant
My heart is burning
And trying to reach you
Out of all curiosity
It touches you and asks…..
Hold my hand firmly
Slowly and gently……!
Suddenly you look at me
Ravishing, dashing and stunning
and slowly whisper in my ears
Tell me what do you want…. ?
And I say…. Warmth of your lips
A hug from heaven
You smile a bit……..
and hug me firmly
kissing me dearly…..
leaving me shivering
with every bit of energy
I feel those beautifully designed lips
And I grip them tightly
to an unending journey
I close my eyes then
and want it more and more
And knowingly you allow me
To explore you……
Further and deeper…….
Of course till the end
And never stop me ever ….
Never stop me dreaming
kissing you, loving you
and yearning you……
© Rana M All Rights Reserved
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