Monday, November 27, 2017

Hey mine, the love bird

Hey mine, the love bird 

where there is cursing heart of you
I will be the cushion of your soft soul

I want to swallow your craving lust
& feed , to bring,the peace at most

The exerted sighs and their cursing
in sweet scream of you to inhale and hide

I want to pluck the buds arousing
at each where from your tingling body

in the treasure to preserve
in the compartment of heart

But i will not let it finish, till the universe exist
my kissing as my hunger to diminish

I will not let you sigh outside of me
& there to be in grip of mine where soul rest