Whoever loves, becomes humble. Those who love, have so to speak, pawned a part of their narcissism. - Sigmund Freud
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
The unknown touch
The touch of his hand burns my skin;
The intensity of it felt deep within.
Just a feather light brush leaves me senseless;
all I see is just his face.
Like an angel sent from heaven,
to protect,love and cherish me,
with all the other existences bane.
The soft warm lips,the caresses
igniting a fire within me increasing notch by notch.
The supple hands caressing mine,holding them,squeezing,
assuring me all is fine and there is not limit of time.
His warm breath tickling the nape of my neck,sending shivers down my spine,
shutting and locking my brain.
oh it feels like am going insane!
The broad muscular shoulders to lean on,
the strong chest to hold me on,
the chiseled face,the beautiful,charming,heartwarming smile..
The love for me felt in his touch,seen in his eyes.
conveyed by words and actions.
The bond formed promising enough for and adventurous ride in life,
to last us an eternity,
to be victorious and be happy for as long as there is a forever.
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looved the first part of....great writin...loads of passion.....where...did it come from...thoughts or true
ReplyDeletetaking a girl's point of view, the feeling n emotions couldnt be expressed better n surely all those thoghts lush into ur head with all your firsts...those tembling fngers n the goosebumps....well superb gal....keep all your readers tuuning on :)
ReplyDeleteThat poem somehow reminded me of a time when I used to write stuff like this as well, back in school and college. Well put, this one. Keep writing...
ReplyDeleteturn on 4 me..........
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