Twin Towers Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

Her exquisite warm twin towers,
Delicious, shapely and tasteful,
Like hungry eyes stare stealthily me,
Invite to field its explosive charm;
Those lively bulbous pinkish buds
At lower berth of the holy temple
In mysterious rhythm of tiny moves
Sprout desires to seize and squeeze.

Smooth like velvet, soft like rose,
Those jasmine towers alive within
Breathe my soul in its deep swell,
Turn world to kaleidoscopic colours;
Drugged and caught in its fragrance,
Stilled and swelled by its sweet fire,
I climb over towers, hold them in hands,
In joyous magic, I hide in them.

I feel them melt in my hands,
I feel them breathe in my hands;
Caught in swirl, impossible to break,
I take in mouth those dark buds,
Play with tongue and seize with lips
And gently bite in insatiable relish,
Take each of them in unsteady hands,
And kiss them both in furious passions.

They’re hidden temples, sacred spots,
Gateway to soul through the heart,
Sanctum sanctorum devoted to one,
Closed all times to worlds outside;
When it spills, it spills great desires,
And swells unbound across to reach;
It gives and takes by the throat,
It gives itself in full abandonment.

They’re true temples built for soul,
They’re holy temples built over heart;
They’re twin lamps lighted for soul,
They’re fleshy forms of Gods within;
They’re winnocks to whisper to soul,
Magical bridge that meets desires;
What a wonder, what charm, those towers,
They stir oceans of unbridled desires.