The Distant Enchantress
In shadows cast by fleeting suns, a poet’s gaze transcends,
To a woman, distant enchantress, where desire and silence blends.
Lioness strands cascade, a golden, wild cascade,
Igniting passion’s ember, in the poet’s heart displayed.
Her playful eyes, a dance of intensity and grace,
Long shoulder blades whisper tales, a tender, timeless embrace.
A neck, a winding river, deep and endlessly,
Provoking peace and wildness, a sweet duality.
In her, he finds a sensual symphony, a love untamed,
A feeling of eternity, where desire and art are named.
Yet, she, unaware, a muse in oblivious repose,
He, the poet, willing to wait, as the silent river flows.
A part of his heart, small but inseparable, she holds,
Eternal watcher, in the poetry of time, his love unfolds.
Abhi
Crimson Rose
A crimson rose, a masterpiece divine, Each petal, a treasure, a gift to mine.
I gently pluck, with trembling hand, Unveiling beauty, across the land.
First, silken hairs, a cascade of gold, A crown of glory, stories untold.
Then, eyes of sapphire, deep and true, Reflecting stars, a celestial hue.
Lips, soft as velvet, a ruby hue, A promise whispered, a love so new.
A swan-like neck, graceful and white, A canvas painted, in morning light.
Breasts like two peaks of snow, a gentle mound, A haven of softness, where dreams abound.
A slender waist, a dancer’s grace, A perfect curve, in time and space.
Hips, round and full, a goddess’s art, A promise of pleasure, from the very start.
Thighs, smooth and strong, a pillar of might, A testament to beauty, day and night.
Each petal, a part of you, my queen, A masterpiece, beyond compare, unseen.
I cherish each moment, with all my heart, As love’s sweet nectar, tears us apart.
Abhi
Her Flow
Like morning’s mist, she glides, a graceful sight,
A river flowing, pure and crystal bright.
Her laughter ripples, soft as summer breeze,
Her eyes, twin stars, reflecting ancient trees.
She dances through the meadow, wild and free,
A symphony of nature, harmony.
Her hair, a cascade of gold, like sunbeams kissed,
Her skin, a canvas, soft and lightly missed.
A gentle breeze carries the scent of her skin,
A sweet elixir, a heavenly sin.
Her smile, a sunrise, painting skies with light,
Her heart, a treasure, pure and ever bright.
One day, she’ll reach me, where the river meets the sea,
A union sacred, wild and free.
Our destinies entwined, a cosmic dance,
Forever bound by nature’s loving trance.
Abhi