TWO MELTING HEARTS




Two hearts burning alike,
As passionate fires strike,
On a satiny silk night,
Glowing in their own light,
Painting the environment a deep red,
Frolicking on a rosy bed,
Their body fragrance 
Working as incense,
Inciting and exciting,
Their love inviting 
Their bodies two,
To create a scene of love anew.



The gory hearts thumping,
Gushes of blood racing,
Sheets rustling,
Bubbles of passions bursting,
The warm bodies aching,
Entwining and embracing,
The hours pulsating,
Hot breaths pacing,
Feelings chasing 
Two bodies warming
To touches, both gently kissing,
Flushed and blushed, two souls each other facing.




The night patiently awaits,
While a new love story they create,
The breeze infuses the scent of wild rose,
Softly as it flows,
Tip toeing across 
As flames of passions sway and toss,
Small beads of perspiration 
Sticking them together, without a cessation,
The quietness tries to strike a conversation 
But is forced to a mute narration
Of sensitive love making
Colourful streams of passion overflowing.



The melting hearts
Settle down in comfort,
Gazing at each other
In love, adding some more colour
To their already flushed skin,
Blood rushing deep within,
In each other's arms 
They lay calm,
They look at the flaming golden roof top,
The breeze touching their bodies with the last dewdrops,
With a vow, silently they still burn,
Upon the night's altar, to return.

©Madhumita