I wonder the lady in this picture
might be the one on my bed
one who really embraces me with pamperings of her wonderlast lusts
and warmth of her seductive figures
with my hands looming her all around
and really maddeneing us both into a wildy and quirky games
games that will satiate our thirsts, as we have been deserted
deserts, meeting now in an instant burst
But now playing games, caressing the each's physiques
this flurry of foreflays and naughty games
pushing a storms into our bodies
Seeing your rosy lips
my heart tempting to forsaking the redolents of wines
I am lured by the taste the aura of your celestial beauty
Please be here until the night melts
I wanna see you melting in my arms
With me, my mind, body and soul
embued in the deep sea's of your curving pleasures
There's no measures of delight
as I pushes through her slight elegance
In remeberance to that seductive night
But now am lonely crying at my plight
With photograph of her in my hand
I am drowned in the emotions of ladies blend
But its end, no pretends, no regrets
Poet survives on his reader's comments and thoughtful remarks
Naveen Choudary
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-at-her-picture/
