Come, grant me yourself and forget.
Let it be a one time affair.
How long will your lips be cold?
They must be crushed for its warmth.
Enough that your breasts are sleeping.
They must wake up and warm up.
Your base must turn a volcano
And the body be wet with sweats.
Eyes closed, let the body boil.
Who can rekindle your spirit
Other than a paramour like me?
Come, grant me yourself and forget.
You will get what you are missing
And I’ll keep it as a secret.
10.11.2007
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-bold-i-m-here/
