"The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection,and not fountain,to show them that we love them,not when we feel like it,but when they do"

Monday, January 16, 2012

Dripping cruor..

Through that lovely crimson hue,

i glanced into your sparkling eyes.
Cutting me through with your sharpness.
The bitter sweet sensation runs wild.
I am dying each moment so swift.
Elegantly that you paint our soul with cruor.
Surrendering yourself to me,
as your lips part each time with a sigh.
With joy of quenching your rushing thirst.
Ahh..! marveled in the dripping need. 

3 comments:

Simran said...

Lovely...
I like the new look of your blog too :) Snowy snowy! :D
Take care!

Raniyal Niyada said...

Aha... u seems to find sexuality in everything it seems :) its rare u know... to openly appreciate something so sensual yet so lethal..

you blend words so perfectly and the result is just mind blowing.. keep writing :)

Take care
niya

niya101.blogspot.com

tarunima said...

happy new year:)
How have you been?:)
Well this was a nice little poem:)
Looking for more from your side..