There Was Something Poem by Nikhil Parekh

There was something in those insatiably poignant eyes of hers; which said that she tumultuously craved for my unrelenting stares,

There was something in those ardently passionate lips of hers; which said that she indefatigably longed for me to kiss her; till times beyond infinite infinity,

There was something in those ravishingly tantalizing hair of hers; which said that she fervently yearned for my everlasting caress; descending like a timeless angel in each of my wandering senses,

There was something in those seductively charismatic eyelashes of hers; which said that she unfathomably desired to be tickled by my groping fingers; triggering her entire countenance into fireballs of unrelenting delight,

There was something in those titillating shadows of hers; which said that she relentlessly desired to perennially coalesce with my romantic spirit; compassionately explore every cranny of my flesh; with the untamed tenacity of a freshly born child,

There was something in those marvelously piquant feet of hers; which said that she intransigently wanted me to indefatigably chase her till beyond the summits of
eternal eternity; irrefutably conquering every iota of her majestically magical aura,

There was something in those royal expressions of hers; which said that she incorrigibly aspired to unceasingly gyrate with me under resplendent rivers of
milky moonlight; sleep like an innocuously divine angel impregnably snuggling close to my chest; for centuries unprecedented,

There was something in those rhapsodic sounds of hers; which said that she unassailably longed for me to frenziedly feel each element of her jubilantly
ecstatic happiness; profoundly inviting me to bond with her; fathomlessly enamoring beauty,

There was something in those ingratiatingly titillating smiles of hers; which said that she invincibly wished for me to compassionately trace the outlines of her rosy lips; forever exist with her majestically Omnipotent aura; for countless more births yet to unfurl,

There was something in those princely cheeks of hers; which immutably cried for me to mischievously pinch them; nostalgically philander with her in meadows of
innocent childhood; for countless brilliant days and vibrantly ebullient nights,


There was something in those divinely ears of hers; which irrefutably sizzled for me to drift my melodiously captivating enigma into her heavenly nape; tingle even the most inconspicuous trace of her imagery; with the masculinity in my stride,

There was something in those exuberantly radiant teeth of hers; which incessantly burnt for me to profusely intertwine all my exhilaration and gloom with her fulminating soul; handsomely alike,

There was something in those enchantingly fabulous footsteps of hers; which said that she tirelessly waited for me to enter the door of her fervently trembling conscience; take complete and overwhelming control over each of her galloping thoughts,

There was something in those honeysuckle fingers of hers; which said that she insurmountably fantasized about interlocking her vivaciously intriguing destiny
with mine; perpetually transposing each rivulet of my crimson blood; with her, marvelously scented veins,

There was something in those magnificently tangy birthmarks of hers; which said that she thunderously perceived me in an astounding kaleidoscope of fascinating forms; ardently stared ghastly death in its deplorable face; to savor just a single delicious
whisper from my throat,

There was something in those fulminating goose-bumps of hers; which said that she uncontrollably wanted me to celestially hug her for all sides; make her the
unequivocal queen of my brain and body; alike,

There was something in those glorious paintings of hers; which said that she impregnably conceived me as the only messiah of her priceless life; intrepidly
surging ahead with me; to unitedly exist for a countless more lifetimes,

There was something in those Godly breaths of hers; which said that she perennially wanted me to feel the wafts of Omnipotent air diffusing from her nostrils; timelessly survive nestling against the congenially joyous warmth of her pristine chest,

And there was something in those passionate heartbeats of hers; which said that she wanted me to immortally love her; forever listen to the innocuous cadence of
her countenance; forever follow her and make her solely mine.