About Her Invite Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
About Her Invite
I wished it to long more
As I was about to snore
On her vast empire
With magic spell to whisper
She offered full embrace
With smile on face
I was sinking
With no more thinking
Was this the dreamland I was longing?
Was this the lust I was dreaming?
I got no answer
But suffered with cold and shiver
Why was she offering complete?
Was there no one to compete?
I was no rich or affluent
She took me as God sent
Now I realize about her invite
Her attempts to ignite
I wanted passion to end
With reply to uncontrolled trend
I wished it to long more As I was about to snore On her vast empire With magic spell to whisper
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4/26/2024 3:45:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
unpolished Beverly Vanderberg6 minutes ago I picked up some good images, tho fleeting, but was distressed by my own confusion...the first four lines seem random and ill-placed....are contrary or are they contrast...sorry, you lost me. But third and fourth made more sense and even pulled me in. I'd work on this, if it was mine....there is heart in it, that might respond to a little massage! I also wonder if there wasn't a little shyness with the subject matter...that, too would polish up nicely, in my humble opinion.