Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The marvelously impeccable eyes were hers; while the unprecedented excitement that shimmered relentlessly in them; was solely and immortally mine, 


 


The immaculately divine palms were hers; while the enigmatically inscrutable lines profusely incarcerated within; were solely and immortally mine, 


 


The intricately voluptuous feet were hers; while the seductively gorgeous trail of footprints that they left; were solely and immortally mine, 


 


The majestically tantalizing belly was hers; while the unparalleled titillation that it triggered all night and day; was solely and immortally mine, 


 


The gregariously heavenly lips were hers; while the smile  that they celestially generated; was solely and immortally mine, 


 


The enarmoringly ravishing hair were hers; while the mesmerizing trail of rhapsodic fantasy that they swirled into; was solely and immortally mine, 


 


The gorgeously charismatic earlobes were hers; while the unfathomable repertoire of mystical reverberations that they evolved; were solely and immortally mine, 


 


The spotlessly sacrosanct conscience was hers; while the rainbow of irrefutably unflinching ideals that they radiated; were solely and immortally mine, 


 


The conglomerate of impregnably convivial teeth were hers; while the ebullient tenacity with which they ardently masticated; was solely and immortally mine, 


 


The alluringly resplendent cheeks were hers; while the compassionate flurry of poignant blushes that they erupted into; were solely and immortally mine, 


 


The ecstatically princely fingers were hers; while the royal artistry that they fulminated into every unleashing minute of the day; was solely and immortally mine, 


 


The passionately crimson and volatile blood was hers; while the perennially new life that it bestowed upon whomsoever it cascaded; was solely and immortally mine, 


 


The ingratiatingly golden dew drops of perspiration were hers; while the incomprehensibly ebullient scent that they culminated into; was solely and immortally


mine, 


 


The boisterously bouncing adams apple was hers; while the insurmountable melody that it bloomed into; was solely and immortally mine, 


The philanthropically intrepid shoulders were hers; while the unimaginable benevolence that they hoisted; was solely and immortally mine, 


 


The majestically shimmering shadow was hers; while the tale of indefatigable nostalgia that it eternally weaved; was solely and immortally mine, 


 


The invincibly euphoric soul was hers; while the fabulously emphatic triumph that it disseminated; was solely and immortally mine, 


 


The delectably innocuous nostrils were hers; while the perpetually passionate breath that they blissfully exhaled; was solely and immortally mine, 


 


And the fervently throbbing heart was hers; while the heavenly beats that it magnetically expelled to blend with the rising Sun; were solely and immortally mine.



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The Heavenly Beats Were Mine

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