Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Your voluptuous eyes were the ones that stole my sight; rendered me wholesomely blinded and staring unrelentingly at your stupendous visage, 


 


Your luscious lips were the ones that stole my taste; tumultuously evoking me to only nibble passionately at their rubicund outline, 


 


Your dainty hands were the ones that stole all my Herculean muscle and power; conjuring me to hold them every unfurling second on the sunlit day; marathon hours of the freezing night, 


 


Your ravishing hair was the one  that stole my senses; drowning me profoundly in the ocean of their mesmerizing fragrance, 


 


Your poignant nails were the ones that stole my ability to scratch; driving me into a state of uncontrollable frenzy as they tantalizingly stroked their way through my scalp, 


 


Your tinkling feet were the ones that stole my stride; compelling me to kneel in timid obeisance; revering and worshipping them incessantly, 


 


Your scintillating teeth were the ones that stole my ungainly laughter; left me in a spell bound stupor; as I inexorably admired them in the moonlit shades of midnight, 


 


Your velvety shadow was the one that stole my entity; making me thoroughly oblivious to each of my surroundings; victimized and enchanted by its supremely mystical grace, 


 


Your fabulous skin was the one that stole my blood; making it abysmally freeze in my veins as I caressed your heavenly flesh, 


 


Your majestic aura was the one that stole my memory; made me deviate from even the most rigid of my thoughts; perpetuating me to dream of nothing else but your captivating countenance, 


 


Your immaculate ears were the ones that stole all my sensation to hear; making me stone deaf to the most volatile of explosion; as I sweetly suckled your ravishingly dangling and crimson lobes, 


 


Your delectable neck was the one that stole my prowess to turn; riveting my face intransigently towards your tawny cheeks, 


Your melodious voice was the one that stole my ability to speak; made me perpetually dumb; overwhelmingly lost in the celestial cadence of its sound; the blissful fervor in its tunes, 


 


Your innocuous birth mark was the one that stole my destiny; as my life solely followed its enamoring contours; blended itself completely with its form and color, 


 


Your tangy tears were the ones that stole my reflection; making me admire the astounding beauty of the world which they encapsulated; the unfathomable empathy which they explicitly reflected, 


 


Your vivacious stomach was the one that stole my hunger; made me emancipate my demonish gluttony; as I pressed my head against it with each of its ingratiatingly rhythmic rise and fall, 


 


Your incomprehensibly moist breath was the one that stole my life; making me a diligent slave of the seductive aroma that you exhaled infinite number of times in a single day, 


 


But your heart was the main culprit of them all; as its every palpable beat stole my flamboyantly fiery desire; stole all the love I had; stole all the love I could ever give.



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