Lady ! Your pink vibrance with white radiance…
Wrapped in never-ending drapes so sphere ,
Evoking me to get to the core of no-where…
Silken slips as I feel through ,
With layers of light gripping your curves prove-
Your succulence and smoothness with no hunch ,
Now longing to have a bite of tender crunch;
Overjoyed altogether by the sensual senses,
You fill my eyes with drops that rinse and cleanse;
Eventually yielding to my bodily hungriness!
The splendid showcase of the said spectacle ,
Offered only if I tear across your border trouble.
The borders dull,brittle and dry, so ironic !
And hidden here is the sandwiched black panic….
As you were conditioned overlong in humidified tragic;
The black sooty mould blows off my nose and mind ,
Before I could declare you a lovely pink edible rose, ever kind.
