She
dreams about his divine touch.
She
drowns in joy, she writhes in pain,
She
longs for him, her love is such.
Pangs
of desire rush through her blood,
But
her childish love makes a musical ripple.
The
pain of distance strangles the ballad,
Her
heart playing the aching fiddle.
The
moon rays pierce her silver skin,
It’s
a sweet intoxicating wine.
She
loses her thoughts to a lusty sin,
Where
plant and weed intertwine.
She’s
shaken out of the fantasy
By
the breeze of love so pure.
Then
blooms the tender pansy,
Spreading
the fragrance of love that cures.
She
breathes in the scented air,
She
feels his breath diffused.
She
yearns for his loving care,
His
kiss, she is seduced.
A
great pyre with a blinding shine,
Voraciously
eats her soul,
A struggling scaleless fish is she,
A tramp on an aimless stroll.
She
kens two birds unite,
She
draws her wish in space.
Won’t
he sympathize with her plight,
When
all she wants is a glimpse of his face?
Her
sapphire eyes shed diamond teardrops,
The
pearly sweat trickles down,
Her
amber skin that sublimely glows
As
she wears that tattered gown.
Tattered
from the endless wait,
For
the one she pictures in her mansion.
Her
heart unceasingly palpitates,
As
she restlessly moves with shocking patience.
She’s
overwhelmed with emotion,
Love
and lust; pain and passion,
For
the enticing silhouette in her dreams
Pray
he’d soon hear her screams.
Amen.
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