Whetting Appetite For Love Poem by Nikhil Parekh

In order to whet appetite for food; all that was required was the tantalizing scent of heavenly corn,

In order to whet appetite for the morning; all that was required was; the boisterously bubbly chirp of the melodious cuckoo,

In order to whet appetite for beauty; all that was required was; ravishingly seductive breeze; which transited you into an indefinite stupor above the clouds,

In order to whet appetite for fantasy; all that was required was; a fabulously gorgeous valley inundated with fireballs of mystical enchantment,

In order to whet appetite for farming; all that was required was fathomless acres of ravenously pristine soil; a rhapsodic festoon of clouds deluging the horizons with stupendous mysticism,

In order to whet appetite for adventure; all that was required was; boundless kilometers of undulating terrain; the insatiably titillating waves of the poignantly gorgeous ocean,

In order to whet appetite for a kiss; all that was required was; celestially divine contours of voluptuous lips; pursing themselves ardently in the heart of the charismatic night,

In order to whet appetite for childhood; all that was required was; the irrefutably sacrosanct mother; incredulously igniting the innocuously frolicking child in your monotonously commercial eyes,

In order to whet appetite for study; all that was required was; an unparalleled ambition which had nowhere else; but the ingratiatingly mesmerizing corridors of paradise to go,

In order to whet appetite for mysticism; all that was required was; an unfathomable myriad of alluring destiny lines; that unveiled tumultuous enigma; at every encounter with pragmatic life,

In order to whet appetite for cleanliness; all that was required was; the insurmountably rejuvenating sheet of silken stars; a harmoniously captivating
waterfall; handsomely culminating into vivacious froth; after clashing against the wonderful rocks,

In order to whet appetite for artistry; all that was required was the innermost catharsis of the majestic soul; an exuberantly enthralling backdrop of scarlet roses amidst the skies,

In order to whet appetite for galloping; all that was required was; an uninterrupted race track stretching into spell binding wilderness; a royal horse compassionately neighing to be set free,

In order to whet appetite for mischief; all that was required was a fantastically emulating chimpanzee; bouncing in the aisles of free flowing fantasy and surreptitious foliage,

In order to whet appetite for marketing; all that was required was; an insurmountably exciting challenge; a market commensurately disseminated with customers of every fraternity; customers of every kind,

In order to whet appetite for romancing; all that was required was; poignant winds of perpetual stillness; a philanthropically commiserating partner of your choice,

In order to whet appetite for friendship; all that was required was; a magnanimously sharing conscience; a mate to lean upon symbiotically at all times,

In order to whet appetite for war; all that was required was a preposterously treacherous enemy; an unprecedented urge to do or die; for alleviating mankind,

And in order to whet appetite for love; all that was required was a turbulently throbbing heart; and its immortal ocean of everlasting beats; which for infinite births kept you breathing with the divine; and supremely alive.