Burning Desire Of A Lover Poem by Arun Maji

O beautiful, o my love,
When again would I rest my head
On soft fruits of yours?
When again would I kiss
Those cherry petals of yours?
When again would I swim
In river of your sweetness?

I am so keen to see dance of my heart
When you touch my breast
With your buttery soft bosom.
I am so keen to hear song of my soul
When you caress my breast
With your impatient nails.
I am so keen to witness wildness of my mind
When you run your hands below my waist.

My fingers are tingling
Longing to feel your softness.
My lips are throbbing
Longing to kiss your fragrance.
My soul is crying
Longing to drink your sweetness.

O beautiful, o my love,
I am throbbing, burning, dying
To feel every bit of yours.
How could I wait?
How long could I wait?
How long?

© Arun Maji