Hidden Desires

 

Like a ruined vessel, without an anchoring in the deep ocean;

a  love, struggles in the storm; for an inner desire, for a vision;

It’s for a gaze on woman's gorgeous, soft curves, half covered;

a light, pinkish, piercing pause; Its for a glimpse over exposed;

Within an embrace of love and affection, everything gets so wild

It looks out, innocently over the aperture of the blue dress, mild;

Her long coiled, black curls, lips, cheeks and face are so tempting;

Lust is always in its initiative, and a longing for my death is inviting. 


BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

http://www.ipoetree.in

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