Fondness
Your arms like octopusy tentacles
Your arms like octopusy tentacles
Your arms like octopusy tentacles
griped me into your fold.
Unaware of facts of love
stunned to see myself in goosebumps.
Intimacy to the core of fondness
magic of fascination turns into inflorescence.
Eyes locked to unlock chapters
of the love saga in the making.
Deep in the blanket of love
silent inner spirits feel the warmth.
Sudden shift in nature’s attitude turns conducive
music of nature brings pleasure adds essence to the rendezvous.
Two bodies welded to become one
from time zone have gone into timeless.
All senses extract joy and pleasure
bodies yearned and are enthralled.
Devoid of desire to be in earthly realms
eternity be in your arms like octopusy tentacles.
