Pressing His Chest Against Her Breasts Poem by Ravi Kopra
Pressing His Chest Against Her Breasts
Pressing his chest
against her breasts
He showers her with kisses.
Fragrance of musk, cloves
And hyacinth he finds
Under the shadows of
her tresses, and hears
the whispers of roses.
For Fakhruddin Iraqi,
His friend Rumi and
Many mystic Sufi,
God is a beautiful woman.
Love is spiritual.
For the Allah's deprived,
Lust is their creed -
Virgins waiting in paradise
And houris in dreams
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