Living a Love Story


Living a Dream Come True

No need
To lie tell you empty

I’d simply
Do what’s necessary
Kill or die

Into your
Eyes I would willingly gaze
For eternity

Within my
Dreams your always just
Out of reach

Still into
Your ear I’ll whisper my

Send shivers
Up and down your back
And all over

Enfold you
Within my words carefully

Make love to
You within the soft glow
Of moonlight

Our souls
Entwined upon a cloud
Of passion

Holding on to
This tender moment for as
Long as possible

Daydreaming of
You until the sun goes down my
Eyes fall asleep

Find myself
Once again tasting the honey
Of your kisses

A Tangle of Weeds

Won’t you bake me a pie, feed me with a sweet lie
When I ask you if it’s me still, you’d die for or kill

Come closer come near, rest your lips on my ear
Speaks words in whispers, in that voice that sends shivers

Adorn my black tresses, with some colourful irises
And I will close my eyes, till the fragrance dies

When the flowers wilt, they will have witnessed passion at its hilt
Even as we let it linger, in our minds and hearts stronger

You spend an eternity, on exploring this fantasy
With the crevices nooks and corners of my lips alone

Another eon spent in delving, into my eyes now sparkling
With the magic spilling, passion flowers consummating

I live a love story in my head, every time I get to my bed
My dreams tenderly unrobe, as your desires so furiously probe

©Nandita Manan Yata

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