My velvet brush dips deep and lingers there
In the warm inkwell of your endless desires
The ink of passion flows for me tonight
To let me show how it feels my muse
To be so truly in need of you,
I yearn to write poems on lover's power
Upon the warm supple parchment of your skin
Secret words that only you can comprehend
Till my brush dries and I return to dip again
In the ink made by Gods for
the Calligraphy of desire.
Of all the beautiful pieces of work by the writer this is one of my personal favourites. It delves deep into the fathoms of passion n desire. Nuances of passion have been well depicted here.
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