POEMS FULL OF TOUCH: Hungry silences on tormented skins.

Your kisses rained on my face such a long while ago.

An ocean full of flowers
Softly touching swollen moons.

Swollen full moons rising in your blouse
dripping moonlight between your thighs.

Almond trees in your eyes
And angels in the sky.

Saffron breath on your skin
cry me a love moan.

Tongue the trembling hungry silence.

Could'nt feel better in any heaven
wrapped in your hot tormented wet skin.

Dying in tantalising sliding legs - poems of touch
and whispers.

Place your fiery feminine face against melting love rivers.
Waves ceaslessly seismic
falling into the quietness of well being.


Nb: The erotic and the sensual arises as much from the spiritual. Only the translation of the energy is different. Just allow yourself to indulge. That's what Shiva would say!