LUST

LUST

A thundered storm ,raindrops like tears.

A close encounter without fears.

A wine of lust and perfect pleasure,

Warms up my veins, in such a measure;

That my body glows and swerves,

In delightful sensual curves.

While my lover ,struck to death,

By kisses warm , delicious breath,

Clings to me in bold embrace.

Like grapes of joy ,his sighs. This place,

Where Love is pressed, its liquour sipped,

By charm inebriated humid lips;

A vineyard is. So sweet arrest !

That are like chalices ,my soft skin breasts.

The cup is drained of all the wine,

The moisture stays...That was divine !

Swift dark desires invading heights,

Of utmost pleasures and delights.

And then it comes, so swift, the Dawn...

Are all the veils and curtains drawn.

We lay appeased, so drunk with love...
Dreamed Paradise, Heavens above...