Come... Poem by indira babbellapati
Come...
can your fingers
hear the throb behind
each pulsating capillary
as it echoes through
this winter morning?
can your skin
absorb the perfume
this skin exudes
filling the winter's
morning air?
see, how this
desire laden skin sprouts
zillion goose-pimples
as the mild morning breeze
blended with a nascent sun
laden with thoughts of you
brushes against...
come, my love...
gently blindfold me
with your love
that nothing else remains
except your love...
08nov2009
06.45hrs
can your skin absorb the perfume this skin exudes filling the winter's morning air? ... Hello indira few lines ''but a very nice...and lovely..is fine Ramin .
Wow..a chilling romance! Reproduced the sensory impulses with precision. Enjoyed it.
Indira when i startedto read this one I was 62 wnow I've finished I'm 26.(smile)
Whoa! ! A seductive, sensuous and deliberately delicious poem Indira. Sorry, I have to go and 'cool off'! ! ! ! 10 love Karin
Exuding love … ‘…desire laden skin sprouts // zillion goose-pimples…’ Loves horripilate our psychic derma… Ten Ms. Nivedita UK PS I clicked for vote several times...but...no result...may be deferred action...
'desire laden skin sprouts zillion goose-pimples...' Beautiful imagery! Keep on writing, Indira.
a poetic call for LOVE! may the LOVE fill your winter days as well as all the days.
Heart-full love for the beloved with passion and longing.
aged woman can love better than young woman.10 shan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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ma'am this one is interesting