Moonlit sky, honey-dripping music
Like freshly-inked poems, they begin
To read each other
Word by word, line by line
Discovering imageries, that transport to paradise
Sliding into the depths, relishing love
And its delicious intoxication in their souls…
Becoming each other’s muse
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Mapping the skin with kisses
That become trails in the uninhabited woods of joy
What language do their eyes speak
Each whisper wrapped in a smile, and unwrapped in laughter
He makes her blush like a garden of roses
And becomes her veil too, her tangible dream held close
His tender heart is eloquent
With every touch her soul absorbs
The communion of the two is a celebration
Passion aflame, tasting fire and ice simultaneously
Pleasure exchanged, love planted in their souls
Flowers bloom in each other’s fragrance
They know to become
A new poem for each other, every time
For love is their muse and poems are born out of love…
Also Read:
- Why the good things are not happening in your life?
- The Chamber of Secrets
- The Art and Science Behind Love
- How Social Media Addiction Comes at a Cost
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