Entreat Poem by Shruti Goswami

Love me tender. Love me rough.
How much you try, I can’t have enough
Kiss of passion…touch of pain...
Lash it out like a hurricane.
Golden is silence, silver is speech..
I crave for silver, Speak! I beseech! !
All the time...that we’ve lost..
Its hard for us, I know it costs;
So waste no time
And spare no pain,
Do it now! say it again.
Away so long...
And yet so close!
The fire burns, it hurts no more.
So hurt me now, and shake me up,
You know you’d better make it up,
Love falls pitta patta...isn’t that the sound?
Its now or never, while life is around…
So burn me to ashes! !
Transform into a firefly,
Or love me madly, till I run dry.
Touch me soft, or touch me deep.
I know that you’re forever
Mine to keep.